The rats are thoroughly routed (or put to sleep, and not in the euphemistic sense) by this sudden outburst of magic, although the tentacles were unusually effective mostly due to every rat fleeing the very sight of them.<br/><br/>Suddenly, in stumbles the dwarf bartender! Although his armor is studded with a hundred tiny pistol shots, his chief stumbling block seems to be the sheer amount of alcohol on his breath. "The commander is here! In the wine cellar! He's... too much..." The dwarf collapses with a hearty (if involuntary) burp.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Victoly! 600 XP awarded.</div></div>