Not quite as things appear...
Tod watched as the newcomers(OOC: Vasili & Camilla) came in. With a sigh, and knowing that he wasn't likely to be fetched any time soon, he settled back into his drink. It was a fine ale, he decided, at least for what was on offer. He sniffed his breath; it stank of ale, and yet, oddly, he did not feel intoxicated. Laughing inwardly, it may have been due to the fact that the ale had not only been watered down, but a good deal of it ended up on the floor. Fooling the fool had been easy, it seemed. How many others would think he was more drunk than he truly was?
The newcomers caught his eye again. "Hail," he called, feeling an urge to speak for no particular reason, aside from the fact that his melancholy thoughts were irritating him, "What brings you two to these dreary parts." He glanced around and received several glares, "present-establishment notwithstanding.
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