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A drunken Tryker, Bhyre in hand, is pitching on Fairhaven's Pontoon. He's so drunk he doesn't see Nair'Eolinius coming. So much so that he jostles him, causing him to spill all the belongings he was carrying..

"oops Talla,... Seen Y hip,... Syln... Fin Saoul... y crois...

Attends Nair ...

Wait Y vais sul aider à tout ramasser....

Go, go, Talla, forgive Y.

Eny,

I celebrated my daughter's birth a little too much ...
Al Tor the Parents' Blessing my sweet wife Al the child are bearing Lor, Ver Lors..."

the man catches his breath and brings the bottle to his mouth.
He looks at the bottle in disappointment:
"Toube she's empty....
...good Y'think it's time y'all went home... now."

Eolinius, perplexed, watches the strange hominid stagger and zigzag away on the pontoon, when he notices an envelope he didn't have before..
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