A Little Too Much is Never Enough [Open]

Drowning one's troubles in alcohol was a destructive albeit effective method. Make no mistake; even the wise experience complications; however, at this point Nid'alok was entirely oblivious to what precisely constituted these 'complications'. Thirteen bottles in and already she was wholly enveloped in an intoxicated perception known as "being drunk". If it wasn't for her deeply ingrained 'stern personality', Nid'alok would long since past been flopping across the ground in a frenzy of incoherent actions and dialogue. Instead? She simply sat at the bar of some tavern apparently in Logue Town--a piece of information completely unknown to her at the moment.

"Yonko-sama?" The bartender attended to the cleanliness of his glasses. Clearly, he was a man of many motor talents. Simultaneously cleaning and talking to someone? Nid'alok reveled in the the thought that such a man was mere feet away from her. Now, was this thought process natural to her? Certainly not. The woman who thought herself essentially superior to most everyone in existence was certainly not herself. Regardless, who she was now, was who she was now. Her past self for the time being would be irrelevant; at least, until her wits came around. In the meantime, she simply responded--again, not as the usual--in common language, demanding a stop to formalities. "Listen, person--I am... what? No, there is okaaz ulokuun here, right? Good. Okaaz rahzun not are here either? Good. Right?" Yep... In common language--sorta... and a stop to formalities as well... yep.