Resisting the temptation to follow the age old tradition of screaming in the hangover-ee's ear, Ral handed the hapless mage a small gourd.
Whispering, the Monk says, "Welcome back to the land of the liveing Tothy, this'll turn down the war rageing in yer head, sempai. 'S an old monstaic recipy."
A smirk on his face and a ward against rabbits in his hand, Ral skulks to the end of the line, trying desprately not to laugh at his friend.
