Location: Newgate city - Inn of the Hero and the Mug<br/>Date and Time: Day 3 - Breakfast time<br/>Tag: Whoever<br/><br/>Alistair's head rises sleepily from the bar. He is not really registering the smells of food, but the noise his companions make coming from their rooms seems deafening to him. He lifts his head to see them heading downstairs to eat then looks to whomever might be tending bar noting the disapproval on their face. He picks up the bottle and drains whatever liquor is left to quell this angry hangover, and heads to the outside of the inn and around the corner. A few young ladies had gathered outside the inn to perhaps catch a glimpse of the champions that slayed the gnolls. Their illusion of cultured and clean cut heroes was shattered when Alistair whipped out his manhood, leaned awkwardly against the inn wall, and let loose with a stream of urine that would be legendary in duration and alcohol content. Some of the girls gasped, while a few laughed gleefully. Either way he didn't care.<br/><br/>Once finished he cleans himself up a bit and heads back inside cautiously. Walking carefully as the world still seems to be a bit on the unsteady side. He has to carefully place his chair and holds it in place, as though it may move as he sits down.<br/><br/>"Good morning...I think."<br/><br/>