Ashleigh enjoys the fried fish and vegetables, even has an extra glass or two of wine to drink. "Why yesh, I think we are a mighty group of heroes." She sloshes some wine as she drunkenly toasts the group's success, "Ooops, silly me. I appear to be a little enebra.... anabria... ah, inebriated. Yesh, that's sright. Hic."
After a bit more to drink, she is almost in danger of passing out. Funny though, she did not appear to drink all that much wine really, no more than 3-4 glasses. Perhaps she is just not used to drinking that much and overdid it.
She is ready to turn in, properly escorted and tucked in by the pleasant serving woman to keep her virtue from being taken advantage of.