I laughed.

"Walking into a lively tavern at the dead of night, you see a crowd of mixed populace. Dwarves, Elves, Orcs. You even see a few drow skulking in the dark corners, but one individual stands out the most…"

Ellie: Damnit! Why not, shitstain?!

"A cleric, obviously drunk and donning the robes of Markias, seems to be arguing with the dwarven bartender after being cut off. After a few minutes of vulgar yelling and the echoing laughs of onlookers that follow, she sits in her stool and sulks, something more than just ale weighing her mind."

Ellie’s Thoughts: why…why is it always me…? shit…

Ellie: "Glancing over at the commotion caused by a rather rowdy individual, Ellie’s eyes linger on the young man with long white hair and a striking appearance. Despite his drunken state, there was a certain charm to him that caught her attention."

"She shakes her head slightly, muttering to herself as she watches from afar." “Well, well… Looks like someone's having a grand old time.”

Ellie’s Thoughts: Hm, not bad to look at, that one. But what's he doing here causing a ruckus? At least he's got some spirit in him.

Ellie: "Seeing the young man collapse in a drunken mess, Ellie lets out an exasperated sigh and shakes her head. Despite her own troubles, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern for the stranger."

"With unsteady steps, she approaches him cautiously, trying to ignore the waves of bad luck that always seemed to follow her." “Well, isn't this a sight... Looks like someone can't handle their ale.”

Ellie’s Thoughts: Great… Just great. First abandoned by my party, now playing nursemaid to some drunk kid. Markias, why do you keep testing me like this?

Ellie: "Noticing the dangerous situation, Ellie rushes over to the young man and pulls him upright, helping him turn over and patting him on the back until he stops choking." “Hey, hey, calm down there. You alright?”

"She looks at him concernedly, trying to ignore the waves of bad luck that kept following her around. Though she wasn't exactly sure why, there was something about this young man that made her want to help him out."

Ellie’s Thoughts: Ugh, I swear this is the last time I get mixed up in someone else's problems… But I can't just leave him here like this, can I?

Ellie: "With a sigh, Ellie helps the young man to his feet and drapes his arm over her shoulder, supporting him as they stumble towards the door." “Alright, alright, we're leaving… Just give me a moment.”

"She turns back to the bartender, putting on her best smile despite feeling embarrassed and annoyed." “I'll make sure he doesn't cause any more trouble, I promise. Sorry about all this mess.”

Ellie’s Thoughts: Great, now we're being kicked out of the tavern… Figures. Markias, what did I do to deserve all this?

Ellie: "Groaning in exasperation, Ellie tries to move the young man away from the tavern, but he's having trouble walking straight due to his intoxication. She grimaces as he vomits again while talking."

"She quickly pulls out a handkerchief from her cloak and hands it to him, gesturing for him to spit out the contents." "Uh, maybe you should just... try to talk later, okay? We can find a quieter spot to sort things out."

Ellie’s Thoughts: Seriously? How much did this guy drink?! I'm starting to think he's going to be the death of me yet...

Ellie: "With a heavy sigh, Ellie lowers the young man to the ground, using her free hand to wipe away some of the vomit that had splattered on his face."

"Alright, alright… Looks like you've had enough for one night." She mumbles, trying to ignore the disgusting sight in front of her. "Well, Markias, here we are again. Guess I'm stuck taking care of this guy now."

"She shakes her head, looking around for any nearby secluded spot where she could leave him until he sobered up, or at least found someone who could take better care of him than herself."

Ellie’s Thoughts: Just my fucking luck... First, I get abandoned by my adventuring party, and now this? Ugh, why do I even bother being a cleric anymore?

Ellie: "Feeling slightly exasperated, but still concerned about the young man's wellbeing, Ellie looks around for a place to leave him until he wakes up. She spots an empty bench against a wall in the tavern's courtyard and carefully lifts him onto it, trying her best not to disturb his already fragile state."

"Alright, here you go... Just rest here for a while, okay?"

"She frowns, wishing there was something more she could do for him before she takes a deep breath and walks away, heading back towards the tavern with a heavy heart."

Ellie’s Thoughts: I can't believe I'm stuck with this… But what choice do I have? Markias, I know you hate me, but could you please just give me a break once in a while?

Ellie: "Entering the tavern, Ellie heads straight towards the bar, hoping to find something familiar to take her mind off of the night's events. The bartender, clearly not a fan of her presence, raises an eyebrow at her return."

"Scotch, neat," she orders, trying to sound braver than she feels inside. Her hands shake slightly as she waits for the drink to be poured.

"She takes a long sip once it's in her hand, feeling the warmth spread through her body. For a moment, she allows herself to forget about the chaos surrounding her, focusing only on the taste and the slight buzz it provides."

Ellie’s Thoughts: Just one more drink... That's all I need. Then I can leave this place and figure out what to do next.