The family looked at Sylvia with stressful smiles. "Oh hello there Sylvia. Doing fine, doing fine... Bunch of the lads are getting rowdy for the festivals is all. Well, it's to be expected, young men being merry and drunk." Andras says calmly. Thurson however didn't have his brother's patients. "Inexcusable is what it is! Festival or not, doesn't mean we throw civility out and make a mess of other people's businesses. They want to go be drunken fools on their own, they're free to do so. But once they're in the walls they ought to follow the laws, no matter the occasion." Elena just sighed as she exchanged the rags, cleaning the dirtied on in the bucket. "A few boys came around splashing each other and anyone else they'd fine with paint. A few of them were just arrested not too long ago for drunken and disordery conduct. Fortunately our store only took a bit of a splash. Anyways, how are you doing Sylvia? Off on another adventure?"