Thasseldar took up the second serving of his drink. Knowing what to expect, he was able to absorb the drink as it went down without much trouble, although he most likely had shimmered a bit.

When he put his cup down a dart whizzed behind him - and struck his shoulder.

"Oi!" He yelled, pulling the dart out of his shoulder a little painfully and tossing it to the dartboard, hitting one of the outer rings. " If you're going to play darts, shoot at the right spot..." he muttered, returning his gaze to the drink while ignoring the small amount of glistening, multi-colored blood on his shoulder. He had taken worse wounds; this was more of an annoyance than anything else.

"I think I'll have one more," he said in the direction of the barkeep ([@SimplyJohn]) while pulling a couple more gold coins out of his pocket. He was almost out, but this one he decided he would make last a bit before moving on...