Mayt headed to no particular spot on the bar and asked for a drink. He had told Sasha his head felt fine, if it did hurt a bit. He gave her a thumbs up as she went off to talk to Lazarus. His thoughts wandered. He didn't have anyone in particular to talk to, or anything to say. He already had plans for almost the next week, most of that.would be resting and hanging about the guild of course. He leaned back in his chair, hoping a little bit he might end up fighting Angelo. But since he had a win and Mayt didn't, that was an unlikely matchup. He just yawns and sighs, waiting for his drink patiently. He eventually leans on the counter and puts his head down, feeling oddly tired, and closes his eyes, letting out soft little breaths.