[Rhus hops down from the rigging with the ease of one who has done this many times over, and the confidence that he'll land on his feet-- which, of course, he does. He merely takes a moment to check himself and see if he has everything he needs, and to fasten his sword onto his back where it belongs before following the Au Ra.]
What says you 'bout 'ow we deal with the drunken fools?
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What says you 'bout 'ow we deal with the drunken fools?