Thirty minutes went by and Adalricus was starting to wonder if the drug that muggle had sold him was ever going to take effect. He dared not search his pockets for the bag that the drugs had come in; it would be too easy for someone to become suspicious of his activity and stick their nose in where it didn’t belong. "What the bloody Hell is taking so long?" The tablemate closest to him grunted in agreement, apparently misunderstanding his muttered comment.