“Oh, traveler!”

You hear him before you see him at the tavern door. As usual, he practically sings your name, but there’s a certain slurred quality to his words that makes a whole lot more sense when you see the bottle of wine in his hand. He stumbles over to you, but—

“Ah—ow!”

He falls flat on his face halfway through, groans, and looks up at you with a bleary smile.

“It seems I’ve fallen for you…again.”