*Pppppppppppppppphhhhhhhhhthhhhhhhhttt!* "Hhhhhhhaah! Wha- what the?! Lady of the Moons, who was pouring boiling lead down my throat?!?" A few deep gasps later, he completely came back to his senses, and despite his rapid panting, began to comprehend the smirks on the faces of the Captain and his Lieutenant. Further, he noticed the familiar-looking tankard in Sterling's hand. "That was more of your Cannard, wasn't it?" he asked sheepishly, wiping his mouth to surreptitiously feel if his lips had indeed incinerated and turned to embers like he thought they had. Looking perhaps a tad woozy- from either the fainting or the Cannard, that was anyone's guess- he smiled wanly and nodded to the tankard. "Most effective."
"It's an acquired taste!" laughed Sterling to Lord Tolan as he set the tankard on a nearby table. "When my father first introduced me to this stuff, I had a similar reaction as well!"
Turning to his junior officer, the Swordsman asked, "Lieutenant, can you please find Lady Kirriam's dress so that she can change into something more formal? And if you can't find her clothing, can you retrieve something more suitable for her to wear? Also, when once you've finished that task, put together an escort detail including yourself, Skull and two other men! I want you guys to chaperone Lord Tolan and Lady Kirriam back to Yarfell. I see no reason why anything else should happen to them today!"
"Yes, sir!" replied the Lieutenant in affirmation as he left the tent.
"Now, Lord Tolan, while I know we both have a lot to do. You can sit back and rest until you fully recover," said the Swordsman calmly, "There's no sense in rushing forward only to suffer another fainting spell again."
