"Have you ever seen an Orc act out the play, 'Horror of Castle Xyr...by himself, playing all parts? Because I have. His rendition of Anara the maid was particularly great, but sadly, the delivery on many of Ulis' lines were lacking." Ahnasha chuckled, eager to share her stories. "There was another time when he ended up stealing a goat from a nearby farm, insisting that he had 'adopted' it. Named it and everything. Well, his pride being what it is, when he sobered up the next morning, he refused to admit that he made a drunken mistake and insisted that he actually wanted to keep it. That was an annoying few weeks. Having goat milk was a nice change of pace, but those things will eat [i]anything[/i] Things kept 'mysteriously' going missing around camp for as long as we had it.. We finally got rid of it when it decided to eat Meesei's loincloth one night. Used its hide to make her another one. Lorag didn't complain too much. Oh, and another time we found some ale, he got it in his head he could beat me in an archery challenge. Lorag isn't that great with a bow to begin with, and being as drunk as he was, well...I didn't think it was possible to miss by as much as he did. The arrow almost grazed Meesei."

Ahnasha scratched her chin, pondering for a moment. "Come to think of it, Meesei ends up being the victim somehow in a lot of these drunken tales. Maybe she's cursed by Sanguine or something."