What? *hiccup* Well, I'm not one to turn down a drink. Barkeep! *hiccup* gimme two more sujamma's! Now! I like one in each hand. *gulp gulp gulp* Ah... that hits the ssssspot..... *hiccup* [Holmar downs his drinks. He grins broadly. His eyes struggle to focus. He sways gently, like a tree in the wind....]

You can't afford my appetite, outlander. *hiccup*

Well, *hiccup* aren't you the uppity one. All right, have at. *hiccup*

*hiccup* Well, I guess that my pockets are starting to *hiccup* run a bit dry. And Wood Elf tossing *hiccup* just isn't as much fun when you're *hiccup* broke. I'll leave... but only because *hiccup* I love you so much, %PCRace. *hiccup*. Um, okay. *hiccup*. I'll be out of here soon.

Not with that wee little beastie person peering at me with those big round eyes of his. *hiccup* He's putting a hex on me, I know it.

Once not enough, you squat, *hiccup* dumpy treefrog of an elf? I'll take on you and your ugly *hiccup* %PCRace friend too.