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Arkadia takes out an old parchment and scribbles on it with ink

"A night to remember, if ony I could....
I drank too much, have ash all over my clothing, I remember a tree mocking me but getting away before I could get him, offering to buy Drathe a house. I must never drink the much ale again...over 30 bottles are missing...I pray I did not drink them all. I did gain a lovely blanket though, and a bump on the back of my head, and why are my pants on backwards??? Never do it again Arkadia!!"
She fold the peper up and puts it in her pocket to serve as a reminder and goes to seek Drathe, perhaps he shall shed some light on it.

A note is pinned to the tavern door, where no dought Arkadia will visit. It reads as folows.

Good lady Arkadia,

After seeing you today, I could not help but smile, After all T'is not every day someone offers to buy you a houes then so quickly forgets.
I must say I am greatly relived to see that you are still ...breathing. You had drunk such an amout of ale as to make even a Dwarf sick. For that amount to be in the system of a lady such as your self, gave me cause for consern. As for the lovely blanket, it was least I could do after you fell into a drunken sleep, rambeling still about 'your' tree.

I do hope your head is of a good state, not just from the after effects of all the ale you did drink, but you took a fall down the tavern cellar stairs, bumping your head on the way. That no dought will leave a nasty lump, that I canny say that I did see one.

About your trousers, I do not wish for you to get the wrong Idea, nor to get myself a bad name. It was innocent enough tho it maybe best not left to prying eyes of those who read this note.

Till next time good lady. Do not start drinking with out me!

Drathe.

Arkadia pulls the note off the door and reads it and laughs.
"Hmmm...why would he want to drink with me if he knows how bad I get? hmmmmmm...me thinks..no..not Drathe....I wouldn't think...nahhhhhhhhhh......"