To celebrate the resounding success of The Guards foray into the Great Barrows, and first kin run for Jualin, it was decided we would celebrate with a fancy dress party. Unfortunately …. we all came as General Talug. After much embarrasment we started drinking from the Sinister keg. It all got a little hazy after that, and I can’t remember much else of the night. I awoke wearing an orange traffic cone and with a splitting head, without my pants on, in the Scholars enclave in Duillond, and just enough money left for the horse ride home. Jualin ended up on the Dead mans perch… again, and Icklebard and Azaghar ended up on the boat in the bay at Forochel at level 40 and 43, much to the bemusement of a level 52 dwarf guardian who had just soloed his way there (presumably for the books) and was taking a beating, only to find his health rapidly rising as Icky and Az rapidly came to his aid. We all learn’t our lesson, and we won’t touch the keg until at least next week!