[hr][hr]Nyke, perhaps finally broken of whatever drunken spell he had placed upon himself, stumbles back and drops his weapon. It clatters to his feet, loud and clear in the quiet square, but he pays it no heed as he rushes to Hercules' side and hauls him up. He then glances towards Achillis, eyes impossibly wide. There is no more fight in him, only the [abbr=HORUS' Insight: 2]assumed[/abbr] visible stupidity of a man who is unsure how to handle absconding from his current situation.

Whatever fear that spiked his mind seems to cool, somewhat, when the familiar shape of Belen returns to his side. Behind Belen is an even more familiar figure, one who looks impossibly calm despite exuding an aura of pure rage. Andrimar storms forward, ignoring the flapping Quilla on his shoulder who seems to be repeating the words "a fight! a fight!". Belen mutters a quick, "Let's go." as he grimaces and hauls Achillis up to his feet. The two men and their downed, bloodied, and vomit-covered friends vanish down the street leading passed The Drowsy Druid.

"Zevemar!" Andrimar calls, perhaps nearly roars, and before you even have a moment of reprise to respond you are pulled into a tight hug. He pulls away after the squeeze to inspect you for cuts and bruises, worry clear by the crease between his brow. "A fight on your first night back? Really, Zevemar? Really? I thought I raised you better than that." His scolding is as tight as the tension in his shoulders. Still, he takes a moment, breathes deeply, and glances at both Io and HORUS, with whom the latter he shares a curious look.

"Excuse... The outburst, and the people of this town." He bows his head, ashamed, maybe, or just hiding a flinch of swallowed anger. It's impossible to tell. "It seems you've gained another body in your little posse, son. Perhaps you can introduce them after you explain to me what happened here?"[hr][hr]