Lumara on the other hand wasn’t drunk. Yet. But, at the same time, she was not sober. Then again, when was she ever? She always had some alcohol in her belly. It made her feel nice, and she didn’t have to go and feel sad ever again. Sometimes the sadness leaked through and she felt a little depressed, but she would not fall into a deep, black pit. No, drink was the best. Everyone there should drink. She would get her hands around each and every one of them, including that little red head and that so called thief. She did her routine and went back to the counter to get some more rum, and brought it back. Yeah, she wanted to get drunk. Which would take a very long while, but it was worth it. Then she could sleep it off, one way or another. The man went to get another drink himself, and arrived as soon as she finished hers. Now was the time that she drank faster than most men. Lumara went back and forth a few times, switching her drinks from brandy to rum to whiskey to gin and back to brandy. Maybe she shouldn’t have actually drank all of those heavy drinks at once, but before she finished her umpteenth flagon of whiskey, she was already intoxicated from the heavy blush that was on her cheeks. She grinned at nothing that was going on around her- not that healer woman that was drinking cider or that man with the golden hair. She was grinning at the feeling that the alcohol had given her. [b]”[i]So![/i]”[/b] Lumara barked at Tihlas, grinning wildly at him. The liquor was getting her hyper. She was excited, she wanted to go and do something before she crashed and she would have to drink again. But this whole place seemed like fun! Who cared if they were in the middle of the desert? They could ride horses that were built for tearing through desert dunes and standing against sandstorms! Of course, they had a good chance of breaking their necks… But that made it even more thrilling! Or maybe she could show Tihlas how to fly Caius. Yet, the wyvern didn’t like it when she wasn’t in control of his steering… She stared at him, trying to get her words in order. [b]”What’cha wanna do now, eh? There’s so many things to do! So many things to see!”[/b] her logical self told her that they were in the middle of the desert and they really couldn’t do anything, but her current self shoved that aside. They could still have fun if they tried hard enough! [b]”We can go and get on some horses and have a race or something.”[/b] she waited for his reply. --- Talbot heard nothing, but then he heard something fall on the ground with a yelp. So, it [i]was[/i] a person. His heart began to beat faster, and he craned his neck further. He had to see who it was. If it was some Ylissean soldier, he had to get away. But all he saw was a small and feminine figure walking toward him. From the look of the colors she wore, she seemed familiar… especially when she was up close and talking to him. Ah, it was the thief. What exactly she had stolen, he didn’t remember, but he remembered that she had stolen something from the group before the army showed up. The corner of his lip curled into a smirk. [b]”You learned something today. I’m not easy to kill.”[/b] he told her, but his voice was light and airy, even when he spoke with all of the energy he could muster. His body prevented him from laughing, and he coughed, placing his head back on the pillow and looking up at the ceiling. Everyone believed that he was dead… and they seemed to be having such a nice time downstairs. He could dully hear laughing and shouting, but the words were slightly laced with the effects of drink. [b]”My whole… body hurts… I look… I must look horrible…”[/b] she sure [i]felt[/i] horrible. His eyes darted around the room, before he remembered something. [b]”My… my things…”[/b] he gasped, trying to sit up. Yet, his body lashed back against the bed, making him groan loudly in pain. [b]”Where… are my tomes..? My… my lute...?”[/b] those things were precious to him. Music was in his heart, and magic was in his soul. If he had lost all of those things… he wouldn’t know what to do. He could very well have bought a new lute and tomes, but they weren’t the same. All of this belongings were given to him at a very young age. [b]”Where… where are they?”[/b] his voice was beginning to get desperate, and he tried to sit up again. Pain struck him down again, and he panted, laying on his back and looking at the thief. He couldn’t say anything else. He could only pray that his items were safe. Sure, he would understand water damage, but if they were lost? He wouldn’t forgive himself. Talbot breathed roughly again, grabbing his chest and beginning to pull back the bandages. [b]”Where… where am I? I don’t know where I am!”[/b] it was normal for a person to have anxiety when they woke up from a sleep like he had. But he was ripping apart his bandaging, and that was bad for him. They were there for a reason, but Talbot didn’t give a fuck at the moment. He didn’t know where this things were, and he didn’t know where he was. --- Darrian had begun to pack up to leave for Ylisstol, but word from the capital reached him before he could disembark. A small outbreak had occurred in the city, leaving its victims crippled under the influence of fever and dehydration. He was warned not to go back to the city, to stay with Lantus and Xanxus, and that was exactly what he was going to do. He remained with his men and elite generals, deciding that it would have been boring by himself, anyway. That was why he was hesitant in actually leaving. If he had gone, he would have to suffer under many suggestions of marriage and how he was supposed to handle this war. His men seemed weary of eating nothing but snakes and other desert creatures, so he decided that they should stop at one of the many desert villages that dotted Plegia. It wasn’t as if he actually cared for his men—they could go and die for all of he cared. He would just recruit others. But he was tired of eating disgusting, scaly things and believed that he deserved a good chunk of meat with some ale. The Plegian inn was small, so some of his army had to eat and drink outside. Darrian was the first to get his order and the first to actually sit down on the bench. Then came the battle for who got their food first and who got to sit down inside. Darrian chewed roughly on the leg of goat he had received from the innkeep, washing it down with swigs of the alcoholic beverage he had ordered. Ah, yes, this was what he wanted. They could rest her for a day, maybe two, and he would be able to eat the good kind of meat. But, of course, he would once again resort to eating those snakes and lizards once they leave. Oh well, at least he could just appreciate the situation at hand…