Here, unfortunately, is what mine did.
I knock on Khally's door Monday morning, a bit frantically I'll admit, to make sure that she's alright. I'd been calling her frantically all day Sunday with no response. As far I'd been able to determine, everyone in town was incommunicado, and the rest of us were terribly worried. I make my way to her usual rented room above the Phoenix Tavern.
I knock again, balancing the tray of Starbucks in my right hand. No answer. "Darnit," I think. "Where IS she?!"
After far too long, I hear muffled crashes from her tavern room. Is that a window opening? "Khally?!"
"Yeah, boss," I hear her tired voice finally. "Just a sec."
The relief that floods through my body at hearing her voice cuts off abruptly as she opens the door. Her normally tidy appearance and air of supreme confidence are absent. This elf looks like she's been through Hell. "What...IS that drying on your face?" I ask, needing somewhere to start.
"Dirty kobold," she replies, trying to shove her hair into place.
"The drink?!"
"...yes." Far, far too long of a pause there.
I shove past her into the room, which looks like whole hordes of dwarves have passed through. "What happened in here?!" I ask, my arms flailing about to encompass the destruction.
"Some...bards, dwarves, there were some warforged who taught us this "Indocent Exposure" drinking game, I'm not sure what else." At least she managed to look slightly embarrassed.
At a total loss, I finally stepped forward and hugged her maternally. "Well...at least you're alright," I managed.
"Ow, careful," she winced. "Fresh tat right there," she motioned over her left shoulder. I sigh as I see the words
"COMING SOON (TM)" emblazoned upon her flesh. I raise my eyebrow at her. "Really?" She lifted her chin a tad defiantly, but said nothing.
"Let's just...get going. We have a big day ahead of us." I hand her the coffee.
"Whatever you say, boss."
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