My epic quest takes me to another mysterious ruins, this time filled with over grown doggies...
Rats...
And a local junkie suffering from one serious hangover.
It all went well with him, until we ran out of booze and I was forced to assert my right to the last drops...
...Based on me having bigger axe at hand.
Ugh, no wonder he was such trouble. Turns out the guy was a real emo. I think I did him a favor by putting him out of his middleclass misery.
He had some boring books...
Was queer enough to wear baubbles...
Apparently kept the inheritance from his honorable warrior father stuffed in one chest...
And even kept a diary about his miserable failures with the opposite sex.
But those are not the worst offences. No. The worst thing is...
HE DRANK ALL THE MAGIC BOOZE!!!!
Sigh. There is only one bottle of normal left. I suppose it will do. I'm sure I can find some friends for this lonely bottle in tavern nearby...