Lolegolas nodded in agreement before taking another sip of tea. His hands were shaking visibly, and the tea threatened to slosh over the side. "We can ignore the reflective top and assume you won't be tucking your shoes under anyone's skirts."
"Mirrored Boots good for tanks," Throgg said, ignoring the jibe. "Very masterful. I didn't even need to loot them from a dead monster. Locally made by craftsmen."
Lolegolas started to agree but was interrupted by wracking coughs. He covered his mouth with a fist and spat flecks of blood. He waved away the orc. "It's nothing."
"Withdrawal," Throgg stated simply. "You shouldn't have done it." The orc crossed the room and laid a hand on the blood elf's shoulder. "Going to find ale house, bring back beer. We'll spend a few nights here, let you rest."
"I'll be fine," Lolegolas claimed, making motions to stand up.
"Rest quietly," Throgg said, "or I'll knock you to sleep. Lay down. I'll be right back."