"Now depending on the drink I'll end up doing something embarrassing, or chopping that Holmes creature and the halfling to pieces. Beating them to a pile of broken bones and tissue would be just as satisfying. Someone would have to stop me because I do want to be sober enough to enjoy that." Nuada flopped back to lie on the mats.

"What kind of drunk do you tend to be? Perhaps we could terrorize the mortals and blame it on drink."