A quick nod of the head, and then...

You give your head a quick nod and pray that no one noticed, where upon she reaches into her backpack and pulls out the two scarves. Putting the other 'Pride' one back she ties the black one around your neck and says. "Thanksss Amigosss."

You are not entirely sure if she is doing that on purpose or just drunk enough to slur her speech, but either way you decide to play along at least for now. "Misssstresssss, you ssshould ssstop drinking and get roomssss for ussss to ssssleep in."

"You're rite, I think I'fe had enougf." She says pushing away the tankard and looks up at the bartender. "Hey barkeep, how mush fer a room?!" She calls out.

"You'll drink a pitcher of water and use the bathroom first Miss, but after that it's 5 silver."

"Five Silver?" She asks incredulous, then mutters, "Well, wheel haf ta bunk togever, but..."

Just then four familiar faces appear in the doorway and you curse your luck. It's Belinda, Mark, Richard, and Wenchenslas!

"Where have you BEEN?" Richard demands. "We looked for you at the guild hall but they said you had stormed out around 12:15 yelling something about 'unjustified illegal chicanery' and not come back! Ever since we've been searching every inn and hostel that was still open and found no sign of you till we tried here, and it's been two hours!"

"I'ff been her, getinn' drunk!" Molly says, clearly slurring her speech now.

Richard mutters something that sounds like "Great inn!" and throws five platinum pieces on the counter. "Barkeep, a bottle of 'Thank Prime' for our half elf friend, we have places to be, hours ago." He declares.

The barkeep gets out a solid glass tankard and pours a small heart shaped bottle of off blue liquid in it and hands it to the drunken half elf, where it fizzes gently. "Wha's dis?" Your mistress says suspiciously before the bard smacks her upside the back of her head and snarls "Just drink it!"

She looks like shes about to object before he raises his hand in a threatening gesture and she takes the mug and chugs it, then her eyes cross, lips pucker like she just sucked on a lime, and she belches hugely.

"Ready to go?" Richard asks, and Molly, eyes no longer unfocused with drunkenness, mutters, "Sure, whatever, just let me stop at the spawn point to register the snake on the way out."