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"I give good advice!" He declared, and his magic lashed out with the upset in his voice. A field of blue and white lotus petals swirled behind him dramatically. "Excellent advice! And I'm not drunk." He protested, all too seriously. "I'm just a little tipsy." The mage held his drink close, not letting her grab it. He wasn't going to order another after all.

The bartender eyed the mess being created, including his bar now a psychedelic mess, and decided quietly not to give the mage an ounce more alcohol. He'd have to find someone else to set everything to rights, he had no doubt. "Catherine. Once you knew who that tiny demonic devil child was, you reformed him. Doesn't that mean anything to your goodness levels? It means they are high. At least...at least shoulder high."