Preparation?
Her head was lolled slightly, her nose dipped in her shot glass. Suddenly she awoke, bolted straight up in her seat, shouted "JESUS GOD!" downed the shot glass in one gulp, the bartender quickly slid another glass under her face, and she again fell back to her original position, sleeping soundly.
"Is she always like that?" asked the large Vah Shir "Only when she drinks." Stated Sid blankly "So she is always like that?" "Pretty much." "What's she drinking anyway?" asked the Vah Shir, the bartender quickly replied "Dunno, she mixed it herself sells me kegs of it, and no one but her drinks it. I sell it as weed killer and pesticide in one. Those shot glasses she downs every two minutes; a friend's horse drank half of one of those, and died in three minutes. It was a healthy horse too." "Yeah sounds like Sid…"
Just then Sid again bolted up in her seat, shouted "JESUS GOD!" downed the new glass, the bartender slid a glass under her face, and she fell back asleep. As was the routine exactly, every two minutes, for the time being, however the more drunk she got, the faster she got.
"He's got that timing down good. It's like a slightly offensive symphony, and you can tell how close the raid time is by how far apart the obscenities are." Commented the Vah Shir. "I still say at least one of you should change your name from Sid." "Or you could just call me Sid and her Hey Drunko!" The sober Sid replied in a whisper, as to not disturb her drunken sister, and ruin the timing of her obscenities and drinks."
A little while later a bubble appeared in the middle of the now almost empty room. Two hooded figures stepped through it, and into the bar. "It's time, the powers are beginning to merge." Said one of the hooded figures, in a voice that would inspire the deepest sadness in any mortal. The drunken warrior Sid, the bored enchanter Sid, and the burly Vah Shir all stepped through the bubble.