Alec went over to his wooden keg and flooded his pint full of frothy dark ale which foamed to the rim. He had many pints this evening and started to feel a bit sloshed. The text of the scrolls became pixelated and undecipherable. Words meshed together and whole sentences danced. Alec put the scroll down and took a gulp from his pint. His thoughts raced unrestrained without form or color. No peace was to be had tonight it seemed. Glimpses of an alabastrine face with a blue glow peaking out of solid black hood. Those eyes. Those deathly eyes. In the distance he could hear a familiar cackle. Not wholly evil. A throaty yet calculating laugh. Rellan's laugh, no doubt. Alec's eyes broadened as his eye brows raised.