She approaches the altar, the corpse sitting next to it, and both quietly and reverently places a bottle of booze next to the corpse. She then sits on the nearest bench, looking down at the dead man with red, puffy eyes.
Her face overflows with tears as she regards her deceased friend, and she shakes. She sneezes, wiping her nose with her arm, and uncorks one of the dozens of cider bottles she's brought with her. The case of booze sits on the bench to her right. A large empty barrel sits to her left.
She quickly downs another, her weeping growing louder. Then, as if possessed, she stumbles up from the bench and violently kicks the corpse in the side.
"WHY'D YOU DO IT?!?!"
*KICK*
"WHY'D YE 'AVE TO DIE!?!?!?"
*KICK*
"YE STUPID, WOOL-'EADED BASTARD"
*KICK*
"I 'ATE YOU!!!!"
*KICK*
YE SELFISH PRICK!
Her foot now numb, she sits back down on the bench, this time opening two cider bottles and crying loudly. By the time she downs the twelfth, she can't feel her legs or face anymore. The crate is now empty and the barrel is full.
She vomits one last time into the barrel and curls up on the bench.
As she passes out, she whispers: "You were my friend...."
"Arse."
A vulgar halfling stumbles into the Temple of Good Cheer, weeping
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A vulgar halfling stumbles into the Temple of Good Cheer, weeping
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