Mattius placed a gold coin on the bar and ordered a pitcher of ale and two pint glasses.
"Now we are getting somewhere old friend are we not? I hope your ready for more action Radagast! For some reason I forsee our future has much of it!" Radagast put his hand down and the empty glass rolled from his grip. He moved in to whisper to Mattius.
"Just as slong as we don't not leave in the morning Matjus," the wizard slurred, "for I am fearing a lather rarge headache!" Radagast sat back up. "But I am NOT drunk!" As he spoke he realised he had leaned back too far too fast and fell flat on his backside much to the amusement of his comrades.
"Hilarious," Radagast muttered as he picked himself up.
[ February 23, 2003: Message edited by: Mattius ]
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