[Funkduder]

He looked at her, his vision blurry and warped. If his memory served him right, he was pretty sure that she was at the stronghold at some point. "Heh. I musht be sheeing things." He coughed into his arm because he choked on his own spit. "Shorry about that." He then went back to his seat, nearly tripping, and tried to order something to help him stop being drunk.