Draining another cup, he sighed in passing satisfaction as the warmth spread through his body. Hazy red eyes followed his languid motions as he set the drink aside, his free hand impatient as he waved the wench over. The young woman was noticeably hesitant, but she knew better than to ignore pitiful drunks. Best to keep his cup full and wait for sleep to take him. Tonight however, it was not so simple.
With a swift hand, he took hold of her forearm, his grip strong despite the ale. "...watchers.." He mumbled under his breath, barely audible to even him. Reluctantly, the barmaid asked for clarification in hopes that by showing some sort of interest, the imposing Drow would release her. However, for some time they remained locked in position. Nervous sweat began to run down her neck, dipping into the valley of her breasts as she swallowed. When he spoke again, the poor girl nearly fainted from shock for a bitter laugh was quick to crescendo to a roar. The other patrons glanced briefly in their direction but none made a move toward their weapons. They knew the sound well for they heard the same time and time again; one of tragedy, of grief.
"No one."
Sorn loosened his grip, fingers fumbling as he dropped a few coins on to the table before rising with a wobbling motion. Holding the table for support, the half Drow paused to regain his balance before stumbling toward the exit. He barely made it through the door before a force knocked him to the side, his body crashing into the wooden frame. He hiccuped, then folded as vomit spewed from his lips.