RPG on the Portal.

The Dwarf says...
- Wait, wait, Megessa *cough cough* :) my head is spinning from your speeches... not so fast! :) you should all come to the table instead! Let's celebrate the victory!
- HURRAAAH! The cry of the dwarves rings out!
the dwarves pick you up and carry you into the throne hall...
Your actions?

Well, what can you do! Besides, my strength is exhausted - magic doesn't come easy to me either!!!
And voila - before we even notice it, we find ourselves sitting at a luxurious table laden with the finest dwarven delicacies....
Only Howie is dissatisfied for some reason... I think his vampire nature is making itself known - food is the last thing on his mind!
But I see that in trying to quench his thirst, he keeps tipping more and more mugs into himself... But naturally without any effect! The faces of the dwarves show growing astonishment... And I'm starting to worry about him too...;)