[color=fb4f4f][u][b][center][h3]Cecelia[/h3][/center][/b][/u]

	Hearing the crier's information, Cecelia rolled her eyes. "Great. Typical nobles." Realizing who all was in her team, she immediately regretted her words. Looking around at her team, she babbles "I- I mean, I've had bad experiences with high nobles and loyalty stuff. Sorry..." Her embarrassment was cut short by someone short: the owner. Hearing the name 'Finny', Cecelia giggled and couldn't stop. Once he was done, she noticed Elisha's face as she got up and rushed to the bathroom. Not seeing that as a good sign, Cecelia attempted to pursue, getting up [i]ever so gracefully[/i] as her drunken body allowed. About halfway to the door Elisha had gone through, Cecelia tripped over... Well, she's pretty drunk, so she just tripped and got a face full of floor. Elisha emerged as Cecelia was finally able to pick herself up, and went over to her, but before she could get close enough, a boy hit the door like it hit him first, monologuing.
	Cecelia was frozen during his speech, until a cat that was presumably his, interrupted him, pissed him off, and spat a hairball in the boy's face. Cecelia couldn't help but giggle madly at the sight. Once she was able to dial her giggling fit down, she turned back to Elisha "Hey, you alright, sweetie?" Still using family-esque names due to her drunken mind not filtering her mouth, she continued after placing her hand on Elisha's shoulder "Did you have too much to drink? Was it your heart condition? Or was Louis' gesutre [i]that[/i] bad?" Adding the last question with a smile, she rubbed Elisha's shoulder with her thumb in an attempt to comfort the younger girl. "I just saw you running and got worried. I would've been there sooner, but the floor wanted to have a chat with me."[/color]

[color=14cedb][u][b][center][h3]Brennen Garron[/h3][/center][/b][/u]

	Brennen heard the crier's announcement about them having to help again and, just over a mumble, commented, ever so delicately "Fuuuuuuuuuuhuhuhuuuck" just before letting his head drop back onto one of the few non-dampened spots on his scarlet robe's sleeve. Most of it looked like he had been using it to play tic-tac-toe, with his snot in place of ink. With the owner having introduced himself and his staff, he now at least knew a name to call the bar man who would serve him his final two ales before he passed out at the table.
	He tried to think positively [i]I'm a good tactician. Great even! I can use any number of trained men to protect a villag-[/i] and that's where the positivity stopped. Brennen's brain resumed its grief for those he had lost. This time, he didn't cry as badly. Just silent tears as he stared through his darkened scarlet jacket sleeve into the distance. That's when some... kid barged in. He was yammering about himself and how great he is, and at the exact moment Brennen thought about throwing a bottle at the kid's head, the young 'un was interrupted by a cat he referred to as shin. After the human had given his rebuttal to the cat's interruption, it promptly spat a hairball in his face. Laughing, Brennen said "good job, shin."[/color]