Errol
The Two Talisman Tavern - with Durbul
In his life, he had not imagined that he would be visiting the same tavern two days in a row. He sighed heavily as he sat down, looking worried. He shouldn't be--- Xena assured him that she will explain everything soon, and yet, he still could not help it. "I think she'll be fine, Xena can handle them... hopefully." he thought, almost trying to convince himself. They had all looked so tense and serious, it must have been something big. Remembering how Wroth is and the immense power he had when he's out of control gave him the idea that it must have been dangerious, but one look from Xena and he knew she wanted him out of it. That there was nothing he could do if he stayed. That he'll only be a hindrance. The thought made him feel a little bitter and useless.
"So what about a drink?!" Its on me." Errol gave his old friend a smile that was between amused and uncertain. "Can I abuse your generosity? I wanna get piss drunk." the idea came from nowhere, but as he said it, he realized its just what he needed. "I've never been drunk." he added, looking a little thoughtful.