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*Gabrial looks the Lady up and down*

"Am I drunk? Well thats all in how you look at it really."

*Gabrial holds up the half gone bottle*

"The way I see it I am opening my mind to see what my eyes can not. I am letting my muscles relax to soften the blows from attackers. I am dulling the pain of loss that has stricken us all."

*Gabrial looks at the bottle*

"But then again its all on how you see it, isn't it?"

*Gabrial then puts the bottle away and walks over with Voralen to talk, he then stands next to Orien ready to leave*

Orien gave the Lady a warm smile. “Do not fear. Gabriel would never drink too much as to be unable to do his duty. He would never do anything to put me in danger or risk those in his care. That I can promise you with absolute certainty.”

She looked about to make sure their little party was well and together, and then slipped a fine boned hand through Gabriel’s arm. “Back to the Castle, then?”