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Ursuul watches the dwarf admirably for a moment, then a small amount of concern grows on his face. He hasn't seen anyone drink that much of his ale since...himself. It was no wonder what happened to him when he downed like that, but at least for the dwarf he was a good bit closer to the earth for his trip.

Thirsty ain't half what he was, and half what he is now is less than half a stone from the ground. Fella gonna be lucky to walk to yer troops without falling over. Lucky fer im his beards a bib an he be able to actually taste his drink before he tastes it beffudled by his own stomach.

Lad, ya had me booze, but sooner ya think its gonna have you. Warnin ya now its a mean sonawhore when you rile it like ya have. Ya gonna be a might bit pretty in a whore house minute, but gonna wish ya never came from a cracked stone in an hour. Be bess ifin ya come over by tha throops ova dare and pop a jonty little squat. Share some sour bread and hard sausage wit me uh? Keep ya wake an living for might bit longer, dis road no where ta be takin a nap or its ilk.