[Saxon]

Saxon wakes up from underneath a table, still suffering dreadfully from the seventeen pitchers of beer that he found brought to him every fifteen minutes. He looks at the receipt and notes that Tigga signed for them all and then understands it is not a hangover, but actually a case of attempted poisoning. Seventeen pitchers would not normally have such an effect on Saxon…

And back in the real world, Saxon finds himself having a bad week as staff lay offs hit. Firing someone who deserves to be fired is not a problem. Choosing which good staff members must be laid off due to lack of work is a big problem and tough on the heart. As such, please excuse my absence from the Cantina for the Last few days and please lay up a large supply of beer for tomorrow afternoon. And please keep Tigga and his poison away from the beer, my head still hurts from his Last attempted assassination.