Dalious was unable to put the whiskey down after everything happened with Drosil.  The un-killable psycho assassins were one thing, but seeing magic in such a pure form was another.  The entire time of travel, all he could do was think about it, while drinking from his flasks quite often.  He kept to his own thoughts, even humming a few tunes along the way, but rarely spoke out of fear he would turn into a frog or something.  He wasn't fully aware of how magic actually worked, he only knew he couldn't control or stop it.  Therefore, he hated it.  

Hearing someone murmur quietly in his ear, he quickly turned to them with an eyebrow slightly raised.  [color=steelblue] "I do not know what happened!" [/color] he spat.  [color=steelblue] "I saw nothing, damn you!" [/color]  It was in this moment that he realized the person he was talking to wasn't even paying attention to him up until now, as they gave off a confused look.  [color=steelblue] "Uhm, I mean nothing." [/color]  He quietly snapped the reigns on Stealthion so that he may trot a bit faster, pulling his hood over his head and avoiding eye contact with anyone.

By the time they reached the village, he had calmed down greatly, as now he was feeling the booze along with the soft breeze of the air around them.  He quickly chose the path that lead to more liquor once the option was there, and so followed the prince.  While Cyril was in conversation, the pirate couldn't help but to check out the barmaiden's breasts the entire time.

[color=steelblue] "That he can," [/color] Dalious said.  [color=steelblue] "Unfortunately, waiting is not within my skill sets when there is whiskey to be had.  Three whiskeys!" [/color] He gave a slight head motion as if to tell the barmaiden to put the tab on the prince.  [color=steelblue] "...I'm with him." [/color]  After the whiskeys were set in front of him, he pounded them each down one after another without a single change in his face, he simply just stared at the woman on the other side until the task was complete.  [color=steelblue] "And a pint of ale, my lady." [/color]

He wasn't sure if it was five minutes later, twenty, an hour, or even if it was the very next moment, but he somehow found himself huddled around a corner with a few others laughing about things and stories he could not remember.  There was a target on one of the back walls with everyone throwing daggers and knives at it.  Stumbling over a lass, he made it back to his feet and was handed a few knives.

"He can't even stand straight!!" he heard one say, but rather get a glimpse of the man he only caught wiff off his foul drunk breath.

[color=steelblue] "I need not stand straight, when my world revolves around me," [/color] He said.  [color=steelblue] "Besides mate, I've seen a shark eat a man whole, true story." [/color]

"Throw already!"

Before the man could finish the sentence, Dalious tossed a knife dead center of the target, then tossed the second directly near it.  

[color=steelblue] "Gotta take a piss!" [/color] he said, then wandered out of the tavern to find an alley.