*The half-orc wore a slightly confused look as everyone prepaired to leave, he didn't know where anyone was going or if he was expected to go. He made sure to finish his drink and leave the coins to pay, then tried to ask what he hoped was the right question to help the situation:*
"Do youse want me ta walk wit youse? I had a few, but I'm still good fer keepin da bandits away. Least that's what stumbly always says."
*Feng stopped to listen for a response, not realizing how hard he had to concentrate to hear one. The bar was becoming quite loud and rowdy in a hurry, almost as if something was controlling the mood of the patrons. The big oaf was straining his mind so much he never even felt it when a drunkard stumbled into him from behind, so far out of his mind that the mumbled apology didn't even make sense to the drunk attempting to provide it.*