Alyson had just finished her plate of fruit and looked up to see the swordsman coming through the doorway.

Irzen strode through the doorway and gave Alyson a smile before he rejoined the others at the table, "Greetings all, how goes the festivities? What's been happening while I've been indisposed?"

The bronze man sipped his tea quietly at first, "The ranger and the shield maiden left to talk in private again. You will have to wait and see when they return."

"Fair enough," Irzen made his way over to Lazheros and plopped himself down right beside him, "Say, you're not harboring any ill will towards me because I drank you under the table are you?"

The elementalist stood up from her seat and gave Irzen a hard stare, "You need to shut now, or the one with current bragging rights won't mean a damn thing."

Mandur also got up from his seat across the table while his fellows remained seated, "I would heed the words of the elementalist, Lord Irzen. Not only did you win said contest but you became an embarrassment to everyone else here."

The Crown Prince and the Horse Lord merely observed the conversation at a respectable distance.

Lazheros looked the swordsman eye to eye, "Harboring a grudge, no. I will forget that I was drunk under the table by a lesser race, Swordsman. Consider yourself fortunate in that regard and while Alyson would rather send you flying out the window for the obnoxious display earlier, she will not."

"Thank you, Lazheros, I greatly appreciate the fact that you bear me no ill will," The Swordsman rose from his seat and turned towards Alyson, "And I wish to apologize to you for my boorish behavior earlier this evening. It was more the Cannard talking than me. However, I have enough sense to know when my company is neither welcome nor wanted, I shall bid all of you a good eventide."

Mandur nodded, "Apology accepted."

"Thank you, Mandur, you're a good guy with a forgiving heart," With that said, the Drow Swordsman left the room and headed out of the dining hall into the cool, crisp night air.

"Well, I'd say Irzen is in the top three for the most drunkenness. You have the Angry Irish drunk, the Rude French drunk, and now the extremely obnoxious Drow drunk." The elementalist sat back down next to the bronze man.

Without fanfare, both Serna and Willow returned to the room a little sullen but in good spirits.

"What did we miss?" The Shield Maiden chirped trying to lighten the mood.

The bronze man turned around in his seat, "Lord Irzen returned from his stupor as it were. On a side note, I do not recommend getting into a drinking contest whilst visiting another kingdom. Armendes would concur on the bad manners of a certain drow swordsman a few hours past. So, child, were able to discuss what you needed to with the ranger?"

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Prince Yew having arrived late and after the battle for his homeland, wandering through the same doors where the Swordsman went.

"So Willow says you've traveled with him outside of Northaven. How did you cross paths with my brother?" The Horse Lord asked him.

Irzen turned to face Prince Yew, "Yes, your Highness, your brother and I did meet outside of Northaven. We met on the road to the city of Deeping Dale by way of Stormhaven far to the south of these lands. Prince Willow was accompanying Alyson at the time and I joined them to offer my sword since all he had was his bow at the time and Alyson her magicks. We made a good team and had many great adventures together. The prince saved my life more times than I can count and I did as much for him as well."

"I confess, I am a little envious of Willow in that regard. While I rule with Liliandra in Westfall, I don't get much time to see other kingdoms like he has. Even Ash is in the same situation as I am, and Birch, well, he is a free spirit and follows the winds of inspiration to record in his tales." The horse lord walked up next to Irzen and gazed out over the land.