The Wayward Raven

[23:16]  The Raven slams a fist to the table and loudly orders another ale, following the order with a belch. "Hops! I like this place. I think I shall write poem about it. What's it called again?"

[23:21]  Hops blinks slowly, then jumps as if startled, in a delayed fashion. He stares up at the ceiling, then sharply to the side, " Who said that? Did you say that? " He asks, eyes wide behind the blindfold, " Oh! It's called... The Wayward Raven Roadhouse. "

[23:21]  The Raven gets up on the table and strikes a majestic pose, weaving slightly from all the drink he's consumed. With a hand dramatically extended, fingers poised as if gripping a ball of flame, or a skull, he begins to recite a rythmic poem:

[23:21]  The Raven:

 Down by the Wayward Raven

while sitting by the sea

I think I've found a haven

but that could just be me

The Wayward Raven Roadhouse

it's like it was made for me

but surely not for such a louse

That could just never be.

[23:23]  The Raven takes a clumsy bow and goes to step off the table a moment later opening his eyes to stare up at the ceiling, "Hops!? Why are those shelves empty?"

[23:27]  The Raven glares over his shoulder at the Wayward Raven Roadhouse, "they didn't have to throw us out! I was jes fine... an how was I suppose to know that wadn't no bathroom?"