Of late nights in the Prancing Pony

The Prancing Pony, a place of singing, drinking, and Barliman Butterbur. It was a late night as I walked in, curious to see what songs or tales were being performed. It was only stepping through the door that I realized that this particular night would be different, because of two figures who stood at the front of the Inn.

Beorbrand and Aegthil.

I will admit, they are an enjoyable lot to be around, because after only a short time with them, I found myself bursting into drunken giggles, exchanging insults with the Beard and the Bard, and harassing the locals. As the night went on, we slowly spiraled into even more drunken madness. Aegthil began flirting with everyone who he did not believe was hired by Bluebonnett to exact revenge for the muffin incident, and the shenanigans even came down to this:

Horrible, indeed. (Painting courtesy of Aegthil)

As the night continued, we began to realize that BBBers have an uncanny ability to attract strange people. It is quite odd, Beorbrand's antics seem to cause this attraction, and Aegthil's compulsory need to court any female within the glare of his head repels them. By the end of the night, we were tired, drunk, and even slightly disgusted by the lot that comes into the Pony, including the Man who had the desire to tell us about the state of the body parts underneath his belt. I am sure, however, this is not the last time this will happen...

Until we meet again: Farewell.