Someone just left, someone said something about the contest just starting ... or maybe being about to finish, and suddenly people are cheering and toasting ... um, themselves, I think.

Hic!!

Well, whatever. Confused, I reach up from the floor and grab my 27th horn of mead ... or maybe my 31st ... spilling half of it. I taste it. Oh wait, this is ale. Hm, I thought I ordered---eh who cares?? This is in front of me; I might as well keep going! I start to wonder why everyone else is taking so long to get into the contest. With much noise and slipping and holding on to nearby arms, I manage to get on my feet. Eyes now on me, I go to ask Anarane something (or is that Bree?) but nothing comes out, and all the ladies in the place are crestfallen to realize I've lost my voice!

HIC!