Acquiring Knowledge

He made his way through the sea of tables and drunkards, most of which were too intoxicated to greet Merlin, but he returned the greetings of those who could.

"Hey boss." He sat down next to the thief lord, who was enjoying his glass of liquor.

"Oh, so nice of you to join us." The elf said while dragging out his letters, it seemed he was rather drunk at this point, and Merlin could smell the choking scent of strong whiskey on the elf's breath. 

"Do you have the translated documents ready?" Merlin asked, not really wanting to deal with a drunk eccentric elf.

"Slow, slow, slow down. All work and no play will make an elf go grey, you know?" The elf lord muttered in a drunken stupor. "Although it may be too late for you."

The elf laughed at his own joke before slamming the rest of his drink down his throat and standing up.

"Come." He said before drunkenly waddling through the sea of tables and other drunkards.