Constitution Save: 2

Dril's face turns to a scowl once Finch puts together that they are from a different world, he would have preferred to keep that a secret.

Constitution:12

Nean inconspicuously facepalms, but intents to follow Finch to whoever the mysterious Lady might be.

CON save: 13

The DC for the con save was 15

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 Finch continues on towards the mansion, swaying slightly, but making it through the small village at a pace that you suddenly find it hard to match. 

"Do we have to go right now? This seat is wonderful. I think I love you chair."

Franz doesn't make to follow at all, he is getting more and more engrossed in his drink and the comfortable chair.

"I'm sure the Lady can wait a little, just until I have finished this wonderful drink. Oh, uh, I seem to have already finished this one."

Franz looks from his empty glass at Eala,

"Could I get another of these wonderful drinks? Please and thank you."

Franz speech is getting slow, like a lazy afternoon. Franz turns to the others,

"Ooooh, I feel odd, what is happening?"

Ospos looks at Franz and sighs, "Come on now!  No more of that stuff for you.  Get up.  Walk it off."

Dril's fingers begin to tingle. He steps off of the stool with a stumble, his scowl transforming into a wild grin. Laughing heartily, "We're from a different world! hahahha! This is quite a concoction you've 'ere. What I mean to say is...." Dril trails off, enjoying the euphoria.

Franz frowns down at his empty glass before trying to stand up.

Franz starts to loose his balance a little and grabs onto Ospos shoulder keep from falling.

Looking down at Ospos, Franz smiles,

"You play music don't you? I like music, Bram can play music. I like Bram, he looks out for me. I'm lucky to have friends like you."

Franz pats Ospos on the shoulder before try to walk on his own. Taking a step, Franz reaches back and takes Ospos shoulder again for balance.

"Maybe we could walk beside each other? Hhmmm, I like this forest, the colours are nice."

Franz walks beside Ospos, reaching out for balance when he needs it.

Ospos is not impressed with Franz, who is nearly doubled over trying to use his 2 foot 10 inch frame as support.  "Stand up straight, you'll have better balance.  You're ruining my doublet!"

Looking over at Dril and Liafal, Ospos cringes, "Are you all daft?  We're hardly safe.  Not a time to get sloshed."

After a few moments, Finch turns after realizing the group isn't following. "Oi! Ahhhh haha looks like the nectar's 'ittin ya a bit 'ard eh? No worries, no worries, it'll pass in about an hour. Come on now, we've gotta get ye to The Lady. Dob't be embarrassed, she's not scared 'a the good stuff 'erself!"

Franz pulls back from Ospos,

"Oh, I'm sorry"

Franz stands up straight, wavering in place for few seconds,

"You are right friend, it is easier to stay up when your up, right."

Franz puts his hands over his mouth trying to hide his silent giggling.

"I haven't felt this good in, in, well I'm not sure I have ever felt this good!"

Franz starts to slowly, dreamily sway and move forward after Finch.

"Is the Lady nice Finch? She's probably nice, this whole place is nice, I like it here."

Turning back to Liafial, Franz asks,

"Can we stay here?"

Much to Ospos's distaste, Nean is the next one to fall out of line. His eyes suddenly grow weary as he tries to lift himself out of his chair what seems like an impossible challenge for the moment. His arms push against the back rest, for a second he thinks he actually made it up until the world suddenly starts spinning around him and he sinks back into the cushions. Nean tries to cover his mouth with a hand, but all of you nevertheless hear the boisterous chuckling. A second and third attempt prove to be just as futile, only resulting in an intesification of the giggling. With the fourth and final attempt, Nean finally manages to stand upright, but immediatly falls over. He manages to stop his fall right before his face hits the ground, acknowledging this tremendous feat with a little snorting. He takes the chance to keep going as he believes he's finally found a way to move on, and now begins to sprint after Finch in a strictly bent foward posture, his arms stretch out behind him in attempt to keep his balance. The otheres can get to listen in on a few giggles here and there, everytime Nean staggers to the side in an attempt to balance out the non-existent earthquakes.

With Finch and Ospos herding the rest of the intoxicated party, you all manage to make progress towards the colorful mansion. It's quirky at best and garish at worst, the hodge dodge decorations and ornaments almost distract from the riot of colors that have been painted  in peeling layers on the siding and shutters of the building. "Yer Grace! M'Lady! I've got visitors!" Finch yells out as you come upon the house. "They're from the Lost Lands! M'Lady!!" he trips and falls as he crosses a small decorative fence, taking a string of little flags down with him. After a moment of silence, a window opens. A woman pokes out her head, and a cascade of strawberry blonde curls tumble alongside. She is striking, a kind of natural, glowing beauty that you've never seen. her eyes are bright green and luminous, and light freckles dot her fair skin and rosy cheeks. "Silly satyr! I thought you said you were gonna lay off the nectar! Oh my! guests indeed. One moment friends!" She vanishes, and you miss her for a moment before the front door bursts open and she runs out, a simple mauve dress flowing around her. She looks younger than you expected, barely 20. "Welcome to Amaranth, new friends! Please, come inside, I'll make you some food. It'll take the edge off all that nectar." She says with a cloying smile.

Ospos insight check on The Lady: 13

Ospos: Being the only clear-headed person in your group, you manage to see through The Lady’s overwhelming beauty and charm. While you can’t quite pin down her intentions, you’re absolutely positive that she isn’t what she seems.

"See, I new she would be nice, me, I new it!"

Franz leans over to Nean and loudly 'whispers' to him in a matter of fact way,

"That's because I'm better then all of you. I'm from better stock then the rest of you. Plus I'm rich, well I will be, when I get my inheritance."

At this Franz seems to loose himself in memory's again.

"My Father would like this place. I miss my family."

The nectar keeps Franz from descending into sadness, and he continues to follow everyone else like a lamb, unaware of any nuance in the goings on around him.

Dril's jaw drops at the sight of The Lady. He always found redhead human women...intriguing and she was certainly the most intriguing-est of any he'd ever seen.

Compulsively and completely engrossed with intoxication and her presence, Dril quietly whispers "Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all..."  

Nean begins to feel more and more uncomfortable. He tries to remain calm but nonetheless looks a little stressed. He's also much more quiet, not even answering to the blabbering of Frank, and repeatedly winces, one hand resting on his stumach.

Without any better options, Ospos enters the house, "You're awfully accommodating of complete strangers, M'Lady.  Do you do this often?"

The Lady stands to the side, letting you all enter. "Oh, well not as often as I'd like! I love having guests, especially when they're from far away places. But we don't get very many visitors here." Inside, the foyer stretches impossibly far, hallways and stairs branching off in multiple directions. There's no way all of this could be contained in the aged building you saw outside. "The tea room is down the hall to the left! Make yourselves at home." Once you're all in, Finch scurrying in last, The Lady calls out down one of the other halls. "Emerson! We have company!" there is no response, save for the sounds of dishes and utensils clinking in what must be a kitchen.