~Walks into the tavern quickly looks around the room~
Oh Well there my wench Nabakov *gives Nabakov an Mug of his best whisky*
Wow your legs look weak! ~thinks maybe he can't control his drinking or maybe the sleeping pills kicked in hum *Evil Grin*
Oh darn his wife on her way if she see's what i've done i'll have to kill her.
Carry Nabakov Away.