As the golden liquid from the mead bottle held over his head by the elf made its way down to the dwarf's gray and white hair and out across his face and neck, the dwarf suddenly roared to life as he shook his head wildly around!

"Rah-rooofh-tha sheeet, what is!? ... " The dwarf growled as he spat out some mead and looked up to see the perpetrator! But as he saw Rithrynn's purple face, the dwarf immediately paused in his own track; merely staring up at the Night Elf with a look of surprise.

Turning back to the rest of the room, Doin gazed out across Kathlin, Liaena and Frarn with an utterly dumbfounded expression.

"What in the nine 'ells be goin' on in here?! And what happened to me window?" Doin demanded to know as he pointed down at the shattered window on the floor. However, as the Dwarf waited for an answer, he suddenly became aware of the continuous stream of mead that was still trickling down his skull. Quickly launching an arm up, he grabbed the bottle from Rithrynn before lowering it down to his chest.
"And stop wastin' me drinks, ye puerile fairy! Yer worse than the Church's own damned Temperance lot!" 

The dwarf gave Rithrynn an evil eye, before raising the mead bottle and chugging down whatever remained of the drink that had survived Rithrynn's vile alcohol desecration! 

"Father! Are ye alright?" Frarn asked as the younger Dwarf entered the room, throwing a concerned look over to Doin who was sitting in the fur chair. Doin let out a huff as he gazed out across the room.

"Not nauw, sonnies. Yer dad's got this situation tha handle." Doin stated as he threw the now empty bottle away, while moving one hand up to rub his sore skull. Looking over at Liaena, he threw the girl a puzzled gaze.
"What's goin' on here? What are those overgrown fairies doin' in here?! ... and sorry 'bout that, lassie. Normally oi never pass out before me first drink! I guess it's me age... "