Eodwine, Falco, Harreld and Garreth seemed oddly quiet for the moment. In sooth, they seemed to be frankly soulless, their eyes glazed and their mouths drooping; which was not entirely out of character for Harreld and Garreth, but it made Eodwine and Falco look positively ridiculous. In point of fact, it seemed that a certain etherish party had pulled their souls from their bodies and was being used by some infastidious subcreator elsewhere for his dubious purposes. As long as Bethberry and others could handle being in two places at once, however, there was little to worry about.
At one point, the word, "cerebriations" slipped from Eodwine's lips.
Others gave him a quizzical stare, then shrugged, and went back to the business of being in an adventure at The White Horse.
At another point, "limerickalickalickal" slipped from Falco's mouth. Now this was getting a bit suspicious, but what was one to do? Perhaps it was best to wait out the etheric party before the four LMPish characters were called upon for more than an astounding belch. And so the evening continued for the nonce.
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