It doesn't seem like a very dignified farewell. First I drank several horns of mead and briefly fought several Vrykul until they forgot what they were mad about and went neutral again. Then I kicked what sounded like Tribbles, but, from what I could see of the name, were apparently Wolpertingers. Then I stood on the deceased Jarl's chest and drank some more. I thought the queasiness would go away after I left the World Quest area, but I flew shakily across to Highmountain and still could barely see what I was doing. That was...surprisingly not much different from the way I usually play. I didn't even accidentally use my Piccolo.
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