Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150409213922/@comment-24685738-20150411235729

Aratius sighed, slightly drunk, but not as drunk as they were. He had 'sampled' the 'loot' more than a few times, but he prided himself on not being a lightweight. While they had escaped through a window, he had simply teleported out and walked with them.

Tyra, on the other hand, had had a few of the drinks, as well. Nissa and Arrietty, in their drunken state, had given her more than a few sips, and she was hiccupping and giggling to herself as she murmured things about giant mechanical humans and plagues that destroyed continents.