[DB fanboy]

At the guild hall, everyone were celebrating the latest victory and removal of goblin nests around a small village on their last mission. Everything was peaceful, except for the fact that a certain elf archer was getting drunk again. "And *hic* then I hit 'im right between the eyes, ya know. Orcbolg was cool and all, but the dwarf over 'ere, what a klutz, I tells ya... He couldn't hit a thing" she said, moving around sloppily whilst trying to avoid falling over.