Giantslayer: Battle of Bloodmarch Hill [IC]

[lostsole31]

Aasgar says this last part looking up and then to the side to find out that he's been Batmanned by Abenor. Abenor appears a minute later on the top of the wall, and lowers Omast down to the ground. Omast doesn't even try to fight it. He's a drunken wreck.

He’s deeply drunk and can barely manage a coherent thought. Because he is so intoxicated, Omast does not respond well to traditional logic or reasoning. Omast takes even the minutest turns of phrase at face value, too stupefied to decipher nuances or suggestions. When he’s not talking about getting another drink, he’s lamenting the loss of “poor, young Rodrik, that magnificent bastard,” with genuine sorrow.

Aasgar (and to a lesser extent, Abenor) are both masters of dealing with fellow carousers, and steering the conversation in their favor. While drunk, Omast freely shares his feelings on many matters, though such information is only tangentially related to your investigation and is mostly useless in that regard. Omast has an intense dislike for half-orcs, whom he considers reminders of the greatest threat to Trunau. According to Omast, more and more half-orcs have been showing up in town recently, threatening the livelihoods and well-being of “worthy Trunauans.” He knows Rodrik shared a friendship with the half-orc Katrezra, and his jealousy is palpable (he describes the oracle as “a crippled oaf who lounges in the Sanctuary’s beds spouting curses and lies of prophetic dreams”), but Omast seems unaware of Rodrik’s relationship with the half-orc Brinya Kelver.

Beyond lamenting Rodrik’s death and moaning about half-orcs, the only other information a drunk Omast imparts is about the graffiti of “white swords” that has appeared all over town, which he has dedicated himself to eradicating, so far without success. That the graffiti he’s been trying to erase for days has not yet come clean doesn’t seem to faze Omast, who mumbles something about “a sign from Rodrik” or some other supernatural phenomenon.

What do you do with poor Omast now?