...the mice will play.

[Onimaster]

As Korrigan returns to the tavern the cellar door hangs open and at the bottom the floor is piled with empty bottles, kegs, glasses, and skins. The entire cellar is bare of drink. Not one drop of alcohol remains in the Tipsy Traveler's stores, and even the empties stack high against the walls as though a bone yard of bottles from across the entire land of Final Haven.

[Elgoain Onyx]

:braidenvayl slowly entered the inn and looked around at all the havoc. he inadvertently kicked a few bottles making them clink together. looking around he could think of only one thing:

"hey Vaal??" :he called out and waited for a response: