Enior stooped to a sitting position, having fallen from his river dance. He'd been in a stupor for a moment. Didn't these people realize the very room was spinning? Standing uneasily, the elf wandered, serpentine outside by convenience. Mug in hand he roamed, his sly boots touched grass. His path led him to the bonfire, where he tasted sweet meats simmering. His delicate fingers danced a moment before reaching into the flames, scalding his hand. [color=fff200]"Gah! Cruel punishment!"[/color] His alcoholic breath nearly empowered the flames further. Enior grasped his wrist and blew upon his hand. These were wicked fires, indeed. What did he remember before his stupor? A vampire, that's what. A corpse in the fire, a closer look. [color=fff200]"The vampire is slain! A celebration!"[/color] The elf fell prone onto the ground and took a hefty sip from his sloshing mug. 

Now then, a bubble of thought imploded in Enior's mind. What was it that vampires could do? No, fire wouldn't do it. They would need something. Silver? No, a stake! On his belly, the drunken elf looked about. The woods would become their refuge. With his alcohol still in hand, Enior began to roll towards the woods. After a few rolls, his legs would gain enough momentum to support his body. He would cartwheel back onto the ground. Rolling seemed to be the most effective movement. [color=fff200]"Ho I will return, stake in hand! Defend yourselves from the beast before I return."[/color]