“The man” was drunk. Not “a little tipsy.” Not “had one too many.” He was dead to the world, may have been booted from the establishment, and definitely won’t remember this tomorrow, drunk.
“Captain Nabal,” Evander introduced the drunkard as though he were awake and present for their meeting. “Come on, I know where he’ll be staying.” He then managed to rouse the drunkard enough from his resting place in the alley outside The Jaunty Old Pub to walk him, or rather practically carry him, to what appeared to be his rooms at The Jaunty Old Inn next to the pub. The lobby was tidy, but small, almost too small for all three of them to fit comfortably. The lady at the desk let out a small snort of disapproval upon their entry, but made no move to stop them from dragging the man up the stairs.
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