"Hail, Mop Golems! We come in peace and music - I am from England, where such a musical greeting is a symbol of trust and friendship. Please, take us to your leader!" Halesey says to the mop golems gathered. The golems stare at Halesey for a moment, then turn to each other, beginning to gesture rather oddly, making full use of the full articulation of their mop-based limbs.
"Seriously, dude? 'Take me to your leader?' You really said that?" Larry mentions, shaking his head.
"What is the meaning of this?" Elizabeth asks, but nobody answers. She shakes her head disapprovingly, following Larry's example, and walks up to Halesey, who seems to be busily practicing his magical moves. The three wizards-to-be stand about for a moment, waiting for the mop golems to make a move. Or at least Halesey is waiting - he supposes the others are following him to no avail.
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"Why not?" Kat answers Perfidy, grabbing the bottle she is offering, nearly losing her grip on it when the handoff is made. She takes a hearty swig, guessing that she is going to need it wherever she is going in life at this rate.
[Kat's body roll: 4+1]
As the wine passes through her esophagus, it kicks and thrashes wildly, causing Kat to twitch until it gets to her stomach, and not really letting up even then. She quickly plugs up the bottle, so as to not let the wine out, and grabs onto a counter for support as the angry wine slowly settles down, tamed by the elemental force of stomach acid.
"Good stuff, eh? Very good when you want a kick, but not really too much of a buzz. I tried reading Archie once when I was really drunk - didn't go well at all!"She shakes her head, her eyes widening slightly to affirm the gravity of the predicament described.
"So... wanna go out someplace? This place kinda blows. Wine's good, though."