05-10-2014, 11:00 PM
The hobbling Mardi Shamil Lupin Grasso Ulferayder Beren stands on a chair and raises his brimming tankard to the sky. "To all the brave souls who helped secure the Skein Gate! To the free flow of wine it now offers! To Festus! To the Swans!"
Emptying his tankard then and there in one go, Mardi just barely manages to dismount without completely toppling himself, the chair, and putting the entire table in grave danger. Instead he merely stumbles, disappearing head-first under the table only to bounce right back up grins ear to ear as if he'd meant to do that. "Innkeep, a round of drinks on me for the Swans and any who'd like to sign up forthwith!"
Emptying his tankard then and there in one go, Mardi just barely manages to dismount without completely toppling himself, the chair, and putting the entire table in grave danger. Instead he merely stumbles, disappearing head-first under the table only to bounce right back up grins ear to ear as if he'd meant to do that. "Innkeep, a round of drinks on me for the Swans and any who'd like to sign up forthwith!"