He got over his anger but he now took interest in the drunkard but also was equally amused by the amount of scowls that were seen while he walked down the halls that he walked he approached one fellow who seemed equally amused by the appearance of the drunkard, Alrin walked up beside him and said.

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"How can a man get that drunk for that long,"

He said smiling at the man.

"My names Alrin I'm a Necromancer and that man should lay of the ale,"     

He laughed and then he looked at the man again.

"So what is your name?"

Alrin asked, he made conversation because he was bored of all the other people in this joint he wanted at least one person to converse with mainly because everyone seemed like hermits who wanted nothing but recluse from society.