Hmmm, Bob thinks to himself. This is getting to noisy and, I'm sure the lamp is about 10 seconds away from being broken. What kind of lady allows sword play in her tent? Who raised these idiots? I know wolverines with more decorum! Yeah, gotta slink away, Silverfart wants moer booze. Not a good idea. If nothing else the way he's taken to it, would indicate that he's probably not going to power puke, but just pass out. I hope.
" Hey um Astera? I'll maybe be back later. I'm just going to go, uh, check on the horses." "What horses she asks, didn't you walk here? asks the lady, somewhat askance at all the goings on, and now some cat thing wanting to prowl about. WEll, he does look to small to ride a horse, let alone steal one. Bob says back, " um, all right, I'm going to see a man about a dog." "A what?" she says. " What dog? There are no dogs about." "Uhhhh, well I was going to next say I'm going to go pinch a loaf, but, I don't think that would convey any better information. So I am just going to go hide under a dry tree, until the Barbarian Brotherhood sobers up, or goes and plays with their swords elsewhere. Nice party you have here. Bye."