Rogan – OOG Family 21

“Ah, that my brother Bregg has need to numb the dire pains that claim his face…of course I shall share!”

(The wobbling Migdin fumbles for the flagon of the volatile spirits, and presents the bottle to Bregg the way a conquering duke might present a crown to the conqueror)

“Drink to your health, Lord Felldawn!”

(Rogan bows deeply, tries to regain his composure, then falls down yet again on his backside.)

“I think…I shall sit”