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Earlier...

Elen nods in understanding, thinking, If I were stuck in the arse-end of Golarion like he is, I'd want to be drunk all the time too. She says, "We have only a few questions we must ask you, friend, and then we will happily give you a supply of drink to replace what my potion burned out of your bloodstream. We have ale, dwarven stout, luglurch, linnorm mead, and caydenbrew available. Before we will give it to you, though, we need a few answers. Um... Ruul, what were the questions you needed to ask again?" I honestly don't recall at all what it was we needed to ask the stablemaster.

Having a bit of a disgusted look, the stablemaster says to you, "You could have just asked, but since you offered, luglurch for a start." He sighs, then says "Go on and ask your questions."

Elen and Ally try a different tactic first. Ally will play a melody that starts soft and slow and over the course of a minute or two rises to a faster beat, the sleeping elf's fatigue fading as he hears it. When he opens his eyes, Elen is nearby, and whispers, "Take this and drink it, it will help your hangover, mellon." ('Friend' in elven.) She offers him the little vial of Kindness.

The above diplomacy roll should get +2 for Ally's aid/

Finnelaus slowly rouses and before he can do anything, is drinking down the potent brew. Within seconds, the potion does its magic, but it leaves Finnelaus in a foul mood. "Oh hell, why did you have to go and sober me up for, woman?" He hasn't noticed Ruul yet.

Ruul will track down the stablemaster, deliver a dose of Kindness, and see what he can learn from him.

[dice=Diplomacy]1d20+19

You find the elf in one of the empty stables, snoring loudly. Even the other horses are impressed. Are you going to be subtle about giving him the 'kindness' (i.e. deliver the drink without waking him), or are you just going to pour it down his gullet and hope he doesn't choke?

'Lucky' Bjorc wrote:

pointing to bar..."goof sto cat."

"Oh, I think he's pointing to the stable-master over there." She points towards the muscular elf near the end of the bar. "Be careful though, he's a bit of a pisser when he's in his cups. That came from me."

"ghumm."

"He agrees."

Ruul nods.

Leaving Lavinia with the pleasant, if mangled, orc (unless she wanted to meet this guy too), Ruul approached the stablemaster.

"Greetings", said the bull minotaur.

"I was told you're the stablemaster here in the camp."

The 'stable-master' turns towards you, slowly. You likely tower over him by at least two feet he is currently sort of sitting on a bar stool, actually, more like hanging half-off of it, but he looks powerful, certainly powerful for an elf. He looks at you with one bleary eye, and says,

He tries to take a swing at you, misses miserably seriously, he has so many penalties at this point, he couldn't kick his own ass, falls off his stool (away from you) and vomits pitifully on the wooden floor before passing out.