Dec 21st, 2016, 12:19 AM
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Feet Drunk level 1 As the prize was collected, the part of the contest that involved drinking had seemed to catch up to Feet.
He studied the gold coins, trying to remember if they had always been stamped like this.
His attention was pulled away by Aris and another halfling, not even noticing the elf and goblin exit the tavern. It seemed even Feet's offer to double the reward money couldn't draw anyone else into their little contest, but that didn't mean the performances had to end.
Lacking the feline grace he had when he entered the hall, he moved through the crowd towards the calls for song and coin. His tail swiped desperately for balance, brushing with shins or chests depending on who was standing in the way.
"Aaah, Arris, those pastrries were delicious. Ime happy to see someone I recognize in all this...excitement." His head whirled around again as he spoke, trying to see if any new foods or odd little traditions were taking place. Nothing seemed to catch his eye, and he continues, speaking to both the halflings in front of him.
"Back in Siflin, the end of the calendar marrks a time for forgiveness and starting fresh. I 'as told by a visiting High Elf once that is was a very "Somberr" celebration, if that gives any ideaa. This is more your style of party, yes?" A smile forms at his little pun and he looks to the older halfling who had been watching the poetry contest. He looked ten times older than Aris, and could almost pass for a gnome with that costume. There was something about the way he presented himself though, inviting and open but not bursting with energy, that Feet knew separated the races.
"And a friend of my friend, who appreciates words! My name is Feet above Water, and you have already seen a sample of my wordplay. I can give you a good song, but first, I need more of that sweet ale." Feet calls for a serving girl and asks she brings a flagon and three mugs around to the table, then takes a seat himself. "Tell me, how did you come to this town? A song will surely form as I listen."
OOC Feet's dedicated to drinking now, if people start joining I'm going to start rolling Con saves cause I want to see what the drunken carousing table looks like.
Also happy holidays everyone.