Not gonna lie, he does feel a bit different. He's blaming it on the town's folk shift in celebratory spirits.
Let him take a turn around to properly say hello.
It's gotta be the elixirs. He took one too many on his last encounter with a Fiend. Practically had to run them off on his way down the hill to see if his body would process them faster.
"Really? Hm.. I probably picked it from the Cats. I saw them just a couple 'f weeks ago at a tavern. They're good folk."
Kneels down to flick off dried mud from his boot.