Orym makes certain to keep an eye on Dorian even as he heads to get the drinks he's promised. So far it seems as if things are continuing to go to plan. The halfling isn't going to chance something happening to the other man though. Not an option.

What he hasn't even considered is that in this strange little charade they have going on, that somehow he's become a target. That's how they get the drop on him, how for one moment he's starting his way back towards Dorian and in the next, the two glasses are hitting the ground and shattering -- the only sound or commotion. It's a well executed grab. Orym finds himself abruptly surrounded, outnumbered. And it's subtle, in the middle of the crowd. A sharp blow to his stomach that steals the air from his lungs. He can't call out in time, and then a spell follows, and the halfling finds himself slipping straight out of consciousness, and he's spirited away.