Water…I just need water….the dwarf thought. my head…I don’t feel right at all. She looked at her hands and her eyes darted back and forth rapidly. More fingers there than I remember “Barkeep!”, she shouted, “Water please!” The two bartenders she saw both pointed at the tankard that was already before her and said, “two coppers please.” The dwarf looked about confused and reached into her coin purse, hands shaking violently. She pulled out four gold coins and tossed them at what she thought was the barkeep. There ya go… and she looked down at the tankard of water before her. how did that get here? She looked up again to see the barkeepers dancing. ok, now that’s….just not right… The poor dwarf then toppled over out of her seat and lay on the ground moaning and drooling onto the dusty, mud splattered floor of the tavern. The last thing she saw was a half-elf jumping over towards her. what a bizarre hat he’s wearing… she thought before darkness clouded her vision.
"Well that was interesting", Umbra said to himself and then promptly returned to ignoring the rest of the world. "a drunk dwarf…so typical, so cliche. What next, a law abiding cleric?" Umbra chuckled at that thought and sipped from his drink. Only a few seconds passed until Umbra felt a shiver; a feeling that something terrible was about to happen. "I swear to asmodeus if he sits next to me…" A grunt and a belch accompanied by a loud call for water pounded into the ears of this unfortunate brooding Drow. Umbra turned to his left to see the very same dwarf he dreaded to see.
Umbra opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. ”Odd” he thought, “normally a dwarf, or any creature sitting near me would provoke me to say something along the lines of ‘no’ at least. Disgusting drunkard”. Silenced, the Drow consented to glower at the dwarf, who he just discovered was barely perceptively female. ”Something’s not quite right about this…” Umbra thought as he brooded some more.