War and Women drive Men to Drink

Darvin headed to the first intersection he could find and turned left. He checked to make sure his companions were following him, which of course, they were. Guybrush was loyal and would always follow his Captain, while Talathel would always follow the rum. They passed a few pubs, but none of them had struck anyone's fancy. The one with the sign of the barmaid bent over the bar, dress flung over her head with a big rough looking soldier behind her looked especially disreputable. Darvin finally picked one called the Cask and Stag, the sign had a picture of a stag standing on a cask, and he walked in.

The bar was full of people and creatures from around the city and surrounding areas, or so the three companions assumed. There was a band playing music in the far corner and lively conversation was being had by the patrons. Behind the bar was the largest assortment of bottles that Darvin and Talathel had ever seen. Talathel's eyes lit up, Darvin just wanted to get drunk. Guybrush started jumping and pointing, Darvin looked at what he was pointing at, it appeared to be banana flavored rum, "Well, would you look at that? I wonder how they squeezed the flavoring out of those bananas." Darvin said to his friends. They walked up to the bar to order drinks. The bartender was a half-man half-stag creature but he looked friendly enough. "What kin I git fer ya fellers?" the Stagman asked.

"Me and the elf will have the finest rum you got. And the monkey will have that banana flavored concoction over there...in the smallest glass you have." The bartender poured the drinks and the three friends sat down. Darvin downed his drink as soon as he got it. It burned on the way down, but he could feel the stress of the trip starting to lift away.

"Hey barkeep! Keep 'em comin'!" Darvin instructed their new friend behind the bar. As the night wore on and the three friends continued to imbibe more and more liquor, Darvin finally started to reveal what was bothering him.

"...I know he seems nice enough *hic* but I just don't trust him. But the truth is *hic*, I am dumb and in love, and I don't know what to do about it." Darvin looked at his best friend and monkey expectantly. Talathel was the obvious person to respond, he had experience in the art of romance with Lailsan, he, however, just shrugged. It was Guybrush who spoke, "Captain, you just need to love the lass back. She nursed you back to health and planted a kiss on you that could have conquered the black heart o' the nastiest pirate, but since then you have been a moody and ornery fellow, who, quite frankly, hasn't been much fun to be around." Guybrush picked up his mug and took a drink. Darvin stared at the monkey. He didn't say anything and let the words sink in. The monkey was right...

"Hey barkeep *hic*, do you know where we could find a fellow by the name of Dohn Aeskme?"