Walden downed his glass, seemingly unaffected by the wine he had already drank. No doubt a man of his size could put away a lot of drink before becoming drunk. Walden took the liberty of taking Jezin's old sit, sitting down carefully, the sit slightly creaking as he sat down, causing the behemoth of a man to bear a sheepish grin, "So, how are you two enjoying the Palace? I hope the recent string of events haven't put a damper on your moods! Celebration is still to be had! And if I have any say about it, both of you will be going to be tonight with a belly full of wine, and a uplifting mood that makes you eager for the morrow!" Walden grinned, as he poured himself yet another glass of wine, "I'm jealous of your youth and inexperience. I remember back when I was best at cracking skulls and downing wine and going home drunk as a I possibly could be. Now I'm too old to crack skulls, and too old to and fat for the wine to make much a dent!" His laughter once again coming full force, and his hand banging on the table in his fit, causing the pitcher and glasses to shake.