Gossip (L) Olvir shrugs, taking a swill of absinthe from his flask.
Gossip (L) Zamora frowns heavily.
Baelwyn gossips (L) 'Oh, Olvir - you're crazy man...'
Olvir gossips (L) 'OOh snaakeebooy-- whoo'ree yaa?'
Baelwyn gossips (L) 'Last time I had that stuff I was speaking to some little
 green guys sitting on my shoulder with helmets and star tipped wands.'
Olvir gossips (L) 'Thee iimps? Theey'ree haarmleess.'
Gwenhwyfr gossips (L) 'You know them too?!'
Baelwyn gossips (L) 'It was two, they were twins.'
Baelwyn gossips (L) 'I can only assume they were as equally intoxicated as I
 was.'
Baelwyn gossips (L) 'Being that it was hard to believe they understood I
 garbled at them and responded quite intelligently.'
Gossip (L) Baelwyn thinks a moment, 'Damn that Absinthe, it is the potion of
 pure evil'
Olvir gossips (L) 'Doon' yaa diisreespeect aabsiinthee 'caauusee yaa caan'
 haandlee 't.'
Gossip (L) Baelwyn puts on his small green glowing imp with a helmet and star
 tipped wand costume...
Baelwyn gossips (L) 'Guess I scared him away...'