Despite Colours' warning, the opening bout was not the first time that La'khay and Do'ajee intellectually sparred that morning. Regardless, the conversations lasted for another few hours, bringing all who participated closer together. Both Janius and Tzirret ended up learning much and more about Elsweyr and Pelletine in particular, while trading stories in return. As the last of the wine was making its rounds, the laughter and good nature of the circle reached a crescendo. Even Janius was affected by the moon sugar to the point where he was probably not the most responsible guardian of Kaleeth. They ended up relaxing into each other more and more until poor Newt started to overheat between them and squeezed out to find Rhazii.

After Fendros and Ahnasha left for the city, the task of keeping an eye on Rhazii would normally have fallen to Janius and Kaleeth, but Tzirret and Meesei ended up being the only ones sober enough to make sure both Rhazii and Newt didn't wander too far when playing. Even Tzirret was still affected by the wine.

The sobriety of the group was going to be required for a hunt, and the cover of darkness would help them all. In light of this, the three groups were going to hunt in the late afternoon and sunset. For now, though, the jovial gathering went on.

With not much else to do in the heat of the day, Sabine desperately tried to distract herself from her inner conflict by brewing potions out of the local flora. While patience and clear thought were normally her virtues in alchemy, Sabine did not make much progress for obvious reasons. She only discerned the basic effects of most of her samples. It frustrated her. She almost started throwing things around before she broke down and burst into tears fully. She buried her face in her hands and bent forward, trying to muffle her sobs. Secretly, she wished she could talk to someone about it without exposing her feelings.

In the opposite corner of the area, Peiter's brooding was interrupted by a staggering Tzirret, carefully trying to step through the detritus in front of Peiter's vision. As if Tzirret did not notice Peiter at all, he stopped a short distance away and began to urinate by a tree, facing away from him. The sound of the rough trickling was likely distracting enough, but halfway through, Tzirret began to hum tunelessly as if he was remembering a nostalgic hymn of prayer. It wasn't anything that either of them would recognise out of context, because it didn't resemble anything.

Once Tzirret was finished and laced up again, he looked over to Peiter and gave an uncharacteristic grin. It was interrupted by a sudden, small step forward from Tzirret to keep himself from falling over. Tzirret walked to a point beside Peiter and leaned over sideways to level their faces. Tzirret's ears were so taut upwards that they might have touched tips together if he strained. Tzirret was leaning further and further sideways, angling his head such that his ears were beginning to point to the ground, up until now, he looked deep in thought while closely inspecting Peiter's face. "Why is Peiter sulking and Tzirret humming happily? Nirn is turning upside-down!" Just as Tzirret reached the end of his sentence, his head was fully upside-down while looking at Peiter. He overbalance and tumbled, partly gracefully and partly clumsily, over onto the ground and sat up into a position with his legs crossed and looking at Peiter. With a leaf still on his head, Tzirret grinned as if he didn't feel a thing. "Tzirret wants to help his friend." He opened his arms, expecting an embrace for some reason, "Let me hear your troubles instead, while the ground is still spinning."

Peiter would have known Tzirret well enough that he was the last person to offer good relationship advice. He was younger than Peiter, and generally less confident. The wine and moon sugar cocktail was the only thing giving him the bravery to speak so directly. Still, they were friends, and Tzirret had a kind and gentle heart that might serve well in listening.