Gwathagor shook off the trance at the sound of rolling barrels. Years of wandering in the wilds had taught him a variety of survival skills, including hair-trigger reflexes, keen eyesight and hearing (even beyond that of ordinary elves), and the ability to wake up when the ale came out. These had saved his life many times.
"Good to see you all here," he said. "Thanks for the drinks, Eonwe. And Rumil, thanks for the pizza. Always bring pizza to a party. Pizza is good."
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