Lucius stared quizzically at the mage and his 'pets' for several long moments, then, confused and aching as he already was, decided not to think too much on the subject and to just smile and nod.
"If by him you mean me, then yes. If not, then you're in the wrong office. I am Astrolanoid Direlios, and if you turn up drunk during a mission under my command you'll soon find yerself without a mouth to drink with."
Lucius raised an eyebrow at the comment and smiled openly, winking at Astrolanoid.
"Your reputation precedes you, Astrolanoid. But I'd heard you were more of a bastard. I think I like you. Yes. Why not? But for your information I'm perfectly sober.." He stopped to quell the rising vomit and released the wind that followed it with an unpleasant hiccup.
"Well.. Reasonably. It was worth it though. I'll be fine when I've got some food in me.. And on that note, I'm in full agreement with our necrotic friend here; where's the service? I'd heard you were a better host than this, Faralon."
He turned to Jarvax.
"Why don't your friends fetch us some breakfast? I think I'll join you in rediscovering the digestive system."
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