Location: Fort Zeldem
With Alentiar having spoken of himself, the group's introductions were all done. Or at least that was what it seemed. However, in this rather disorderly gathering, where the direction of the event was left in the hands of the attendees instead of an organizer, it pays to have a secure perspective.
Hence, Osferth did his best to recall those who had spoken or more specifically introduced themselves, making sure that no one has been left out or forgotten. Their names flowed through his thoughts, each one bearing a fair, yet indefinite judgment regarding the person in question - from the well-mannered beastfolk that was Vivienne, to the aloof man that was Alentiar. For every name, he gazed to the one it belonged to, counting each head as his eyes passed them by.
In the end, there was a miscount, all but one had introduced themselves. The person in question was present in the vicinity, but he didn't see nor hear him follow suit with the introductions. It was yet another one of those who bore a name he had forgotten - only this time he chose to forget it, rather than him unintentionally doing so. But one thing he did remember about this man from the documents he had been given was that his name was rather...unique. To be a bit more expressive, one could say his name was quite a pain to remember, let alone to speak.
"That's a generous offer. We'd be glad to accept it.", Osferth responded to the man in question. "Of course, you need not do so, if you might find your supplies dwindling as a result."
"Although I believe we have yet to know your name.", he opted to say more, but a certain someone seems to have taken a strong hit from the liquor Numan had served.
Turning his attention to the tipsy Lupa, Osferth tried to think of an immediate remedy for her situation. Not that it was a problem at the moment, but it'd be best to cut off the pesky weed before it grows. In the midst of his thoughts, Osferth's gaze eventually came upon the beardless dwarf, sparking a hint of an idea in his mind - dwarves were known to be resistant to liquor, surely their kin must know of a way to be free from drunkenness.
"Steingrimr.", he called out to her, then gestured towards the lupine beastfolk. "Would you perhaps have some antidote for Lupa's current condition?"
Interaction/s: Myvyryium ( _Line 213 ), Steingrimr ( simj22 ), Lupa ( Silver Wolf )