Holy water

[breckis]

The half empty bottle of double block resting in his armored right hand, his gray eyes staring off into the fire as his plate covered body tries to rest in the large human tailored chair, his boots inches above the floor.

Vorta had already had three bottles of the ale with his race in its name, a thin smile on his lips as he stared contently at burning coals bellow the logs. His mind drifting away to the forges of his life back home. Another swig of the ale reminding him further of his prefference for his race's culture.

"Heh... ain't it great... dwarves are tha same evrywhea they be... heh heh ha ha ha ha... " His light chuckle turning quickly into a roaring laughter before being quelled by a final swig from the bottle finishing it's contents.

[breckis]

"Bah!" The bottle's audible cracking in his tightening drunken grip brought a slight smile to his face. His glazed eyes looked from the fire then to the door nearby, then down to his sword's hilt. "Time ta 'ave meself som fun!" The dwarf's hearty laughter followed him as he lifted his armored body out of the plush chair, pass the roaring fire, and through the door. The fresh night air filling his lungs before he struggled to put on his helm, ending his blinding when he put it on back wards.
"Whea tha light's go!?" His unguided stumble moved him right into a fence. "Who did tha!" His hand reached for his sword while he continued to stumble around behind the inn, slowly making his way back to the road. "Come on show yeself! Ye thinkin I need ta see ta fight ye! bah!" His swung high and low before his wandering brought him to the wooden wall surrounding the town, where after making contact with a swing, was mistaken for a wooden shield. "Ain't running eh!? Take this!" A single step back was followed by a charge which ended on with an impromptu headbut. A single sway back and forth ended in a collapse.