Magical Sword

[Lord Eldred]

I keep my wits about me just fine when I drink {Just then he falls off his bar stool but lands on both feet} See I did just fine there!

[Lawgiver]

And to think... you've only had two. [shaking his head in disbelief]

[Lord Eldred]

Hey now they were two large half-pints!

[Lawgiver]

Who said anything about halflings? [hehe...] You sure you're feeling okay Eldred...

[Lord Eldred]

Wuit turning arund my werds, Lawwanter, I just said they were large mugs!

[Lord Shaene]

Lord Eldred are you alright? I've seen you drink many of times and 2 half-pints would never even give you the slightest problem, I think we best get you to a herbalist for some sort of anti-dote, I think your ale has been spiked with something, hopefully nothing poisonous,

(shaene leans over and whispers in to lord Eldred, I dont know if we can trust this lawgiver fellow, I find it odd that he ordered water to drink and mention something about keeping his wits about him, I think he is the one who spiked your ale )

Now lets get you out of here!

[Lawgiver]

Where is that brownie fellow? Perhaps your threatening him led him to such a cowardly act.

[blitzmacher]

Lawgiver, one must not make accusations unless one has proof, even if the one being accused is looking for trouble.

[brownie]

I am here. You just dont see me. Maybe then you should look alittle more. Maybe you should watch your toungue or your drink. I would hate it if someone slipped some deadly poison in your drink.

[blitzmacher]

Brownie, I would watch your tongue if I were you, speaking of poisons is a dangerous game and I would hate it if someone slipped a deadly broadsword in your ribcage.