Artalf

"You've got another two cents coming if you think I will be accompanying you to that ruthless and barbaric place. I am not fond of those chemicals running through my blood stream. Waking up with a hang-over once was good enough for me to call it quits. And how many times must I tell you to not bring up that wretched name pun my parents gave me?" Ivan listened to Alic go on and just blew it all of with a small chuckle. "Oh calm ya'self, Alic-o-pal. Ya' don't have ta' go get ye'self drunk ta' have a good time! Ya' can just come and have a pint or two. And that pun of a name of yours is a jolly good one, it is!" Ivan said the last part with a chuckle. "Come on, let's go get a pint! It'll do ya' some good!" Ivan said as he grabbed Alic's wrist and pulled him out the door.

Walking down to the pub, you could hear the sound of laughter and singing. You could already smell the scent of beer and whiskey and various other moonshine. A big grin made it's way onto Ivan's face. "Ya' know, I used ta' make a hell of a great moonshine. Ti'was thee best in thee family. But after we had Seamus, he had gotten into the moonshine and made a big ol' mess outa' it. Ciaran made me stop da' business. It was a hearty sight though." Ivan paused his rambling and let out a chuckle. "I think the boy must've gotten ahold of some of that 'shine that day. He was actin' weird that whole day." Ivan ended his little ramble of a story as they came up to the door to the pub.

Just as they stepped in the door, someone else began a new song. "As I went home on Monday night, as drunk as drunk could be, I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be. Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be? Ah, you're drunk, you're drunk you silly old fool, still you can not see, that's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me. Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more. But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before." Ivan shook his head slightly at the song that this old fool sings every time he's in here about a week of drunkenness. It's still awfully amusing. Ivan's favorite part though is the part where he first see's the baby boy in bed with his wife. A very amusing song it is.

Ivan sat at a nearby table and got him and Alic a pint-o-whiskey. "Here ya' are, Alic. A pint 'o whiskey!" He said with a slight chuckle and a grin before taking a nice big swig of his own drink and started humming along with everyone else to the songs being sang.

Sylzara was getting tired of the bar. Quickly. She was on a mission. She didn't have time to waste drinking nasty ale or beer. Nor could she see how the Dwarves could stand to do so. Such were the thought that was flying through the elf's head as she continued to nurse the cup of alcohol in front of her.

Finally she could stand it no more. If the ones that sat in front of her were not going to take her to the one in charge, she would find another way to him, and she no longer cared if it was rude to leave at this point. Reaching into her pouch she pulled out a coin and placed on the table for the service. she then stood and began to make her way out of the pub.

It took longer to make her way out then it did to make her way in, as the dwarves were in the middle of another rowdy song and were all singing and dancing drunkenly together. She made her way past two dwarves sitting at a table her ears, and despite the volume of every one around her, heard one of the dwarves commenting to the other "Here ya' are, Alic. A pint 'o whiskey!" and saw the other bolt it down soon after nearly clipping her as he raised his glass for more.

Finally she made it outside the bar, though she had to step to the side to let more dwarves inside, to an already too full area in her opinion. Looking around she frowned. What next? she asked herself.