Serna stopped laughing at Quake and walked over to the Elemental, "Well, at least she is breathing. What do we do with her now?"

"Watch over her while she sleeps it off," Irzen replied without hesitation as he shook his head once more, "There's nothing sadder than seeing a lush who can't hold her liquor."

"Rest easy, adventurers. No one will bother her. There's been plenty of people who've drank too much and ended up like her." Mertul said, "Besides, Smhee and his crew are regulars here and they have a code about new folk who come here. No one will bother her."

"Well, that's good to know," Irzen relaxed a little as he leaned back and propped his feet up on the table.

Smhee ventured over to the party's table and eyed the Swordsman, "Says you. You, a drow. Who's a long way from home and this one here, fellas is drinking....coffee."

"It's a delicacy where I'm from," The Swordsman replied nonchalantly before he took another gulp of his drink, "I can get ale, cannard and wine anywhere in the Underdark, but a good cup of coffee is hard to find."

"A delicacy?" One of Smhee's men roared in laughter, "The dark drink of humans that is! The one's of Earth!"

"Surely the legends of elves and their wines regardless of their origins can hold their own with fermented brew?" The sailor challenged the Swordsman and Ranger openly.

Irzen turned towards Willow, "I'll let you handle this one, my friend."

Willow turned to the sailors, "They can and usually do, good sir. Pray tell, what are you driving at?"

"I, ranger, haven't had a traveler that could yet beat me in a game of stout drinks? How's your constitution? Hehehe!"

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Alyson stirred in her sleep. The image of the Black Witch shimmered in the mirror across from her bed. Smiling wickedly, she stretched out her hand offering it to the elementalist. -You and I are one. We shall serve the Force of Evil always.....- Alyson bolted out of her sleep screaming at the mirror, "NEVER!"

The sound of the mirror shattering reverberated through out the entire upstairs. Some of the visitors were woken up, while some sleep through the noise.

Alyson fireballed the mirror melting into slag before grabbing her gear and jumping out the window. This place felt off and strange that it allowed the darkness to follow her from the Black City.