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*wiping and scrubbing the spilled Exom beer off his pants with a napkin*
Well... and now my pants look like a beggar's rags...
I could get a job at the spaceport now...
But then again, it's fair.
Hmm...
Arandor ran off to his room... and took the beer with him... 10 mugs.
As a loyal friend, I have a duty to prevent him from consuming all this poison!
Who's with me, guys?
...
What, nobody?
Well, never mind. I'll handle it myself.
*going outside, he found Ara's window on the second floor*
Okay, now we'll...
*a terrifying roar right next to his ear*
Ah, it's you, Wolf! How are you? And I'm just...
breathing the air!
Let's see what I have!
*pulling a piece of sausage out of his pocket and throwing it to the brave servant*
Here! Nothing too good for our guys on duty... we need to fix that! Okay...
Help me get up there!
*climbing onto the balcony of Arandor's room, he accidentally knocked a flower pot down and let out a multi-story curse*
Damn it, is the bard growing flowers?!
*carefully peering into the window of the room, he saw Arandor sweetly snoring with a half-empty mug*
Hmm... there are still nine untouched ones! What luck.
Okay, hmm...
Three Exoms to stop him from seeking revenge...
Three Brekus to keep him from causing trouble... although, what do I care? Well, never mind. Maybe Al will pay me for maintaining order?:)
Three for the monarch, so he doesn't rat on the owner when he returns...
...
Damn it!
What the hell was I doing up here?
Grrr!!
That's why people turn to Chaos...
*entering the room, he took the tray with the mugs, unlocked the door from the inside, went out into the corridor, and...
very explicit sounds were coming from the room next door. Suddenly, a wrapper with the inscription "Arandor Ribbed, 10 pcs." flew out from under the door.*
*Loken's mood was completely ruined. He went downstairs, slammed the tray on the bar counter, and left the tavern.*