[Funkduder]

A chill came over Michael as he finished the last of his drink. He would grab another if he didn't know the effects on his psychic block that the second drink would have. He decided to stay sober.
Looking to the stairs leading to the rooms of the tavern, he saw the silhouettes of two hooded figures, yet again.
After shaking his head out, Michael looked again and they were gone.
"I really hope that I'm not just intoxicated right now."