*A brief noise is heard from the other side of the tent. It seems Sylor has gotten out of bed, managed to get to the drinks cabinet, and is picking up the poisoned bottle of blue wine.
Judging from the fact that his eyes are closed, he may well be sleepwalking*
So then he goes, YOU SHALL NOT PASS, and I say "I've got WINGS? I can FLY?" It was hilarious! The dwarf was tough, but the elf was delicious and they had some men and these four bite-sized guys, too. The wizard was fuming when I flew off.