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One Prince of Drasnia, inna bar.

He appears to be lounging. Lazy thing. Someone poke him?

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'A hobbit.' He muses. 'I've never seen one of them. Erastide has feasts also, of course - food seems to be the thing everyone has in common. But drinking is more what I look forward to - there's nothing really like being with a large group of friends and sampling ale all night.'

Silk's an Alorn. He can drink like a champion. His singing tends to be rather off key though, much to the amusement of everyone who's treated to a listen. Which is...everyone in the area, once he gets going.

'It sounds like a fun tradition you have. I enjoy the holidays, its nice to celebrate.'

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Gimli smiles. "I'd not expect you to've seen them. They're folk of my world- halflings, they're also called- and not, apparently, anywhere else. Good, solid fellows, though." He shakes his head before saying, "A Yuletide spent with proper ale will be a wonder, for me. These past nine years I've been among the Elves of the Blessed Realm. Crafters, singers, warriors, one and all, but they can't make a proper beer to save their lives."

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Silk immediately feigns horror - although he might not be kidding around. 'No decent ale? Gods, Gimli, how did you manage?'

He sounds horrified. But does ask, in a slightly more serious tone, 'I've never seen an elf either. But why have you been with them?'