“Oh, Kelsey.” Merena shook her head and unsheathed her hunting knife. “You’re forgetting the rules.”
Kelsey's eyebrows came together as he squinted groggily at Merena, abruptly raising his fist in the air, exclaiming, "Rules? Rules?! No way, man! Forget your rules, man! No way am I gonna' stand for no stinking' rules, man!"
This acutely bizarre behaviour puzzled Merena to no end, and she quickly made her feelings clear to Kelsey as she replied, "I find your bizarre behaviour most... puzzling, Kelsey. Acutely so." It took her but a moment to realise what had affected Kelsey so profoundly. "What is that smell? Have you been drinking?" she asked, furious.
Somewhat sheepish after his outburst, Kelsey sat down on a nearby bar stool. "Y's, ma'am. S'rry ma'am," he mumbled. He reached into one of the many pockets in his robe, pulling out an assortment of empty decanters, bottles, vials, canteens, and a rather bedraggled and ill-tempered cat.
"Kelsey, how many times have I told you not to completely disrupt the flow of events with your shenanigans involving stopping time and drinking yourself stupid. I knew I should've let Aerie wear the Robe of Vecna! Bad Kelsey! Bad!" scolded Merena, for the dozenth time or more. She'd lost track.
As Kelsey slumped to the floor, completely unconscious, Merena rescued the cats tail from underneath his bulk. She looked around, sighed, and shook her head, mumbling under her breath, "How very pathetic. I pray to Helm that no bards were taking note of this episode. I mean... it just... it was totally disjointed. It's like whatever spirits were controlling our fates forgot to read the script the previous spirits had been working on. Bah!"