[color=8882be][i]Eros wandered over, filling his own plate again. He nodded to Raven, but was rather distracted by the lass beside him who seemed very intent on making his acquaintance in more ways than one. Taking his food and lass, Eros wandered back into the din of joyous shouting and rowdy singing. He was enjoying the party quite a bit, and hoped that there would be many more in the days to come, not quite realizing what he was asking for. He greeted many of his fellow warriors and friends, helping a few of them recount the tale of the slaughter. It had been a hard fight, and several good men had died achieving it, but it had been done, and Eros was certain that the dead celebrated in their own way this dark night.

     Finishing his second plate and third tankard, Eros rose to his feat and took the green, dancing with his fair haired lass. Several other lasses tried to steal him for a bit, and one raven haired girl succeeded for a little while, but the fair haired lass was quite insistent that he stay with her that night. His raven winked and whispered about tomorrow night, before bowing out and moving on. Now rather dizzy and tired, Eros sat down to a drinking contest with some men from Bree. He fared better than the men expected, but ended up loosing it all after the eleventh tankard.[/i][/color]