[u][b]Theodore[/b][/u]

It had been a while since there had been a feast. Theo wasn't all too keen on remembering it now though. Why live in the past when there was ale in your cup and meat in your hand. He secured himself and some of his boys a good spot at one of the tables. Lars and Owen were boasting past victories and Liam was trying his luck with the ladies. Theo was still sharp enough to wait for the others to get really drunk, because by then they would be equally stupid. He had already laid his eyes on the one that would warm his bed tonight. The most important thing was that his boys were enjoying themselves. 

When the speech came Theo hushed his boys down and when it ended he leaded them in a heartfelt cheer. Lars, ever the one to try and best the others, got a little carried away and spilled his whine on the person next to him. Moments later he was out cold on the floor. Looking up Theo recognized Astrid and couldn't help himself but laugh even louder than before. He had seen the girl fell Big Pete and knew Lars had gotten off lucky. Theo quickly took advantage of the situation and stole poor Lars' plate, then gestured to Liam to take Lars to his cot. The boy would feel sore in the morning, but at least he would feel something.

Surveying the hall Theodore took in some of the people he had fought alongside. He looked at Jorrick and at Rudolfo, then traced towards the foreigners Atl, but couldn't see Sikarthis. Theo met the gazes of several others before he turned to look where Wren was seated, a spark of guilt stirred in his chest for a brief moment. [i]If only I had been there a moment sooner. Your father would've given that speech.[/i] Theo had always respected Paris for his charismatic leadership, Jorrick was a good man, but Paris had simply been better, somehow. The knightly boy; Rand, he seemed to be missing too, Theo noticed as he continued on observing the hall. There were still some that he hadn't met yet and so Theo couldn't name everyone here, he was confused at some of the younger attendants for they could've been either servants or fresh recruits. 

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The awakening was crude. He rolled out of bed and ended on top of the woman that had previously occupied the bed with him. She slapped him and screeched a curse to get him off of her. [b] You weren't this difficult last night.[/b] Theo mumbled as he grabbed hold of the bed to help himself up. He was getting old, but not yet as old as Rudolfo. Being gallant enough to help the girl on her feet too he took hold of her hips and pulled in for a kiss. Theo was awarded with another slap across the face. [b] Fiery, I like that.[/b] he told her before dumping her back on the bed. 

Theodore was the last one to arrive at the top of the stone stairs. His head still pounding and gunk still in his eyes. At the least he was dressed for trouble.