Thoronmir walked into the Inn and sat down at the bar. He had just singlehandedly defeated several orcs using his "skis", a variant on shieldboarding, and was going to take a well-earned break.
"Hello Bethberry," he said, "I'd like a pint of eggnog."
After he had gotten his eggnog, he kept up a conversation with the others until someone's pitcher fell on his foot.
"Ouch! Watch where you drop things!" he started to say, but then he caught the change in Mellon's face.
"Mellon? Are you OK? Was it the eggnog?"
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