FM leaves the bar completely smashed, he stumbles back the way he cam to come back across Clay, Mad, and Alobe." Sssssshmaellls like you could ussssshe a mage where your going." He slurs, pulling out a small vial from his pocket he uncaps it and drinks a small drop from it. Almost instantly his posture returns and his slurring of words stop, its as if he returns to normal, putting the cap back on the vial he puts it away, coughing slightly to clear his throat."Sorry, I meant to say sounds like you could use a mage. Where are we going?"[@Dark Light]