With new responsibilites, he had a new agenda. Raktilvenaesiix decided to take a break from his studies and enchanting to be productive in this new agenda. As far as he could think of, the tavern was the best place for this. People were always there on their off time. What better place to look to meet people than where people are? He figured that he would just grab the mana infused liquor that Zwey had made for him so he could try it while there. Though where there is consumable mana involved, patience isn't a word that Drakna understand well.
A few hours from midday, Raktilvenaesiix can be seen stumbing towards the tavern with a half empty quart of clear liquid with several tiny blue specks. His purple face is noticeably flushed, giving it a deep royal purple color.
"Helloooooooo JASTERY!" he yells as he stops 20 feet or so from the tavern. Laughing hysterically, he falls to his rear. He proceeds to take another swig of his drink, wipes his mouth and blurts, "Whoa! Good drink!"
He laughed loudly once more and he dizzyingly positioned himself on one knee and a foot. Reaching for Starling's hand, he fell forward on to both of his hands with his face hitting her outstretched hand. Startled by this, he scrunched face at her hand, as if to blame it for the encounter, then traced with his gaze from her finger tips, up her arm, to her face.
He squinted at her face, blocking out the sun to examine it. Not actually realizing who it was who came to help him until now, he hiccups grinningly, "Sharlin! Wuh yzou doin, dekki? Good de tuh drimks!"
Zwey walks into the tavern, finds his drakna friend layed out on the fine liquor that he has made, and laughs from the depths of his immense belly, "Dammit it all! I have catching up to do!" He picks the drakna up on his shoulder and carries him to the bar, and piles him up onto a stool. "There! Now we can drink like gentlemen!" Zwey then pulls a large bottle form his pack, fills two tankards to the brim with its contents, offers one to Raktilvenaesiix, and begins chugging his
In one moment, he is stareing Starling in the face and then in the next he is sitting beside Zwey at the bar with his liquor missing.
Entirely confused for several seconds as to what happened and when, he shook his head of thought, blinking several times thereafter. He directs his gaze over to Zwey and throws his hands in the air, exclaiming loudly, "Leedar! Wher'd Sharlin go? And muh brew!"
Ignoring the new mug of liquor and any response from his friend, he gets off of the stool and proceeds to stumble very heavy footed out of the tavern, running in to several empty chairs and almost a few people. He gets to the stairs and halts as abruptly as possible. Then being as careful as possible, he wearily took his first, and only, step then tumbled down the rest.
Oblivious to any pain, he begins to slither as best a humanoid can to where is alcohol lay, obnoxiously shoutingly as he go, "Snaaaaaaaake! I uh Shhhhhnnaaaaaaaake!!!"
Upon reaching his liquor, he stops, sits up, uncorks and takes another swig. "Ahhh. LEEDARRR!! GOOD DRIMKS!!!"
Zwey, feeling several sheets to the wind, laughs at the drakna's stumbling and apparent addiction to his Crystalshlager. When the heavy angori goes to stand, he puts far to much of his great weight on one side of the stool causing it to break and send the dense bull-man to the floor in a fit of laughter. Righting himself as best he can, he walks unsteadily out the door, dragging his pack behind him. Plopping himself down on the last stair, he reaches into his bag, and brings froth a second bottle of the CrystalShlager, and hands it to the drakna, "In case you run out, remind me to show the cask of this in the guild hall."
The female Uordeq watches the scene unfold between the drunken Angori and Drakna and laughs. There were reasons she did not drink, however amusing watching the results might be. The show before her was one of them. "It seems as though both of you are having quite a good time.." She looked to the Angori who appeared... 'more sober' didn't seem to be the right phrasing in her mind, so she decided upon 'less drunk.'
"Don't you think he's had enough for the moment, Zwey? I don't think he needs the encouragement to drink himself into a coma." Starling smiled. Detaching her waterskin from her belt, she offers it to the two males, "Here. If you two are going to be drinking like that at least drink a little bit of water too. Dehydration does terrible things with a hangover, I've heard."
Raktilvenaesiix stared wide eyed at Starling, completely unsure of what she said. Blinking a few times in confusion, he swigs his still uncorked drink spilling copious amounts on his face. Then using Zwey as support, he stands shakingly.
Turning to the Uordeq, he hands her the rest of his Crystalshlager. "You drink, Shtarlin. Iz gu -hic- ud fa youuu. Be murry!"
Then turning his attention to the next Uordeq, he stumbles over to him. "Whoz'uuu? I dun 'mem meetin you. You whoz'ai lookin fer?" he questioned.
Zwey looks at the female Urodeq, "We appreciate your concer, Ms. Nox, but I fear we are to for gone to avoid a hangover at this pont!" Zwey chuckles deeply, before addressing Leofrick and Raktilvenaesiix, shaking his head, "This is what I feared. It is a shame the two guild mates would not even know of such!" Zwey shouts, "A meeting is in order"
"Whutz'yu get!" he laughed. After a few laughs he corrects, "No, no. I'z hit n'muh head. EV'BODY NEW!" His laughter resumes, but dies down after a few moments.
After Zwey spoke, Raktilvenaesiix turned to Zwey and said, "Guldy? 'Im? Why ya nev'tell me p'ple?" He grabbed Zwey's shoulders and shakes him some saying, "Whaaaiiiii? Whaaa- aaaaiiii- iiiiiuh," with each pause he slid on bit more on to the ground until he was laying on it completely. He turns over on his back chuckling and says "Shaim'uhn yuuu."
He averts his gaze to Starling and reiterates, "Drinks! Drinks, Shtarlin!"
"I know that, Zwey," Starling smiled, and gave him a light pat on the shoulder. "Just an attempt to keep it from getting worse than is avoidable. Oh, and Leofrick, right? Hello." She added before she lifted the water skin to her own lips and took a drink. She grinned a little at Rak's drunken theatrics over something about the guild Zwey mentioned.
When the Drakna turned to her again, she shook her head, "No. I'm sorry, my friend, but I don't drink."
Starling raises an eyebrow at the sight of the Drakna she has come to know as Raktilvenaesiix, as she stepped out of the tavern. She eyes the bottle in his hands, his flushed face and behavior and chuckles lightly. Moving to where he fell, she grins and holds out her hand to help him up, "You look as though you're having a good time, my scaley friend."