[b]Aramir[/b]

"I don't think we should..." Aramir said, trailing off uncertainly and being lead away. If it meant not being forced to talk to the Snow Elf delegation, who she [i]knew[/i] would find out about her past and condemn her for it in a heartbeat, she was willing to follow the strange human girl to have some promised fun. The Snow Elf's eyes widened as they entered Underhaven, staring at the packed room of shins and knees. She was grateful for the noise. The sounds shouting and talking (Aramir was as of yet unaware of the brawls) washed over her and for a brief moment Aramir closed her eyes, smiling slightly. It wasn't the eternal howling of the winds on the Frozen Plains, but the noise was constant and loud. That, coupled with the ever present and ever bright lights, was more than enough to relax her. She frowned at Annabeth, raising an eyebrow as the human began to push her way into the crowd. With a sigh and a slight squaring of her shoulders, the Snow Elf followed. For a a few moments it was terrible. She was knocked about by those legs she couldn't dodge, which was most of them. 

She gave a surprised yelp, blushing as Annabeth picked her up and set her on her shoulders. "No, I'm okay, really, I'm fine, you don't have to do this." Her protestations fell on deaf ears, and Aramir suddenly felt what it was like to tower above everyone around you. It was a novel feeling, until she noticed the fights going on in various places of Underhaven. Immediately, Aramir tensed and felt sick. There was nothing she could do about it, however, and no one else seemed worried. Still, the Snow Elf had to forcefully make herself relax again, the noise washing over her no longer seeming so relaxing.

As Aramir go the chilled drink from Annabeth, she barely noticed the chill. It reminded her of home and she smiled, staring at the cup a moment before taking it in one go as Annabeth suggested. No reason for her not too, right? Immediately she felt the alcohol's effects, growing more light headed and giggly. The world just seemed like a better place. "Don't get me too drunk." She spoke to Annabeth, bending over to look at the human, albeit upside down. "I'd rather be able to walk to my room by myself, thank you very much.

[u]Uicle[/u]

Uicle, fully intending upon finding the Archmage and scolding him in front of his students, was stopped suddenly by an approaching student. Baulder, if he remembered the Rheven-Ari's name correctly. Uicle would have raised an eyebrow at the studen if he could. As it was, he simply stared at Baulder as he tore chunks out of an entire turkey breast. [color=598527]"Yes. I'm Uicle. Do you have something to say, or would you rather go back to eating the entire dinner table? If you're not careful,  you won't have any room left over for desert!"[/color]