Dickon, Bleeri, and Oaknuzzle are celebrating a last drink before joining the Flaming Fist. Although Bleeri and Oaknuzzle are comfortably drunk, Dickon feels ill from being drunk in the first time in his life.
What's the matter with you, freshie? I know you're green, but you don't have to turn green, heh!
Oaknuzzle
He attacked that bottle like someone was going to give him a medal for it.
Dickon
Urgh... I feel like I'm going to die.
Bleeri
Nah, nah. Hold on until after training, then at least you'll get paid for dying. Or your next o' kin will, at least.
Dickon
I don't have a... ugh... I don't have a sweetheart.
Oaknuzzle
Wonder why, with you being such a catch right now.
Bleeri
Don't you worry about that, freshie. Soon you'll have a handsome new uniform, coin in your pocket, and the pick of the finest strange the city's got to offer! And the first round can be on you.
Dickon
Don't even mention drink...
Oaknuzzle
You've gone and done it now.
Bleeri
He's a big boy, supposedly. Not like I forced it down his neck.
Bleeri
You done yet? Don't even have any chunks to blow - it's all water!
Oaknuzzle
Water?
Bleeri
Well, liquid anyway.
Dickon
Where's it all coming from? There was just the toast, then a chaser, and one for the road...
Bleeri
It was quite a road, as I remember. Had to refuel a few times.
Dickon
Never again...
Oaknuzzle
Never again, until next time.
Bleeri
Deep breaths, laddie. You'll be right in no time.
Oaknuzzle
Good, because we have no time - this leaky wineskin's due back at barracks.
Bleeri
Half the new recruits will be in the same way - there's no rush.
Bleeri
Keep sucking in that sea air. Good for what ails you.
Dickon
Ale? Don't even say it...
Dickon
I think... I think I'm better now. Can't miss my first roll call for the Fists.
Oaknuzzle
You might want to wash up, first. Got a few souvenirs from the night stuck to your chin.
Bleeri
Aye, and you smell like that place down the docks where they dump out the fish guts.
