Aundair was laughing uproariously, at this point quite sloshed. He had already been drinking heavily before the drinking contest had begun and this didn't help his case in the first place. Ruinil and Karl fighting? He couldn't wait for it to really begin. He slammed back his drink and set his mug down before raising his hands to the other three at the table. 
	"That's enough for me, I'm tapping out. You guys have the tolerance of an alcoholic elephant." he laughed again and sat down hard in his seat. "I haven't been this drunk since.... well, i've never actually been this drunk." his words were slurring slightly and as he turned to look back at the fight, he felt his chair totter. The look on his face described it all. "welp... here we..." he was cut off as the chairs legs broke under him and his face disappeared under the edge of the table. 
	"Stop the carriage, I want to get off!" floated up from where he fell, followed by laughter. "That's it, I'm staying down here for a little bit. A pretty human woman that had walked by a few minutes ago caught Marcus' eye and waved with the support bar for Aundair's chair, a large smile splitting her face. 
	A quick grumble came from the floor and Aundair sat back up. "I guess we they don't make chairs like they used to."