[u]Uicle[/u]

He chuckled at the Headmaster's face, not offering any comment. It was after all, true. The elderly healer would have made the doses stronger as a form of reprimand. Not that Uicle could see any other way for him to do it. Khan having obvious advantages over the healer. Briefly, his attention was distracted as his Shadow Golem reported being repelled by something. It couldn't tell what, but it was forced back away from the Naga it was supposed to be following. No matter how hard it tried or strained, it couldn't reach her. Bewildered, it turned to it's creator for help. Before Uicle could investigate the cause of this repelling, the Golem broke through, or the whatever was causing it stopped, or something. Regardless, it began to follow the Naga again, unhindered. He spent a while longer trying to puzzle out exactly what had happened to his Golem to make it unable to complete it's objective. Nothing. He could find nothing to indicate what stopped his Golem, and if it had been intentional or simply accidental, a spell or Rune gone wrong. Giving up, Uicle returned his attention to the table conversation. 

Lucilia was speaking to him. "I hope your precautions are enough for a drunk, angry Forest Elf. Alaira has a nasty tendency to break things that are supposed to have precautions against breaking set against them." He was notably less..tense. Here, it had been proven repeatedly that for whatever reason, Aarem didn't enact his curse on the Feast Night. Whether the Gods had their own party to attend to, or someone else was deciding that Uicle dealt with enough of the curse the rest of the year and took pity on him, Uicle didn't know. What he did know, was that he could touch glasses, sit in chairs and walk about without anything bad happening that would kill a normal mortal. Taking another smell of the Dragon Spite, Uicle briefly let himself drift off into better memories. Before he had sold his soul to the God of Evil, and then caused years of suffering, only to reject the God and lose his body. Uicle was jerked from his reverie when he heard Khan roaring at Zaad, one of his demons. Apparently, the demon had tried to kill a student. While he had no doubt that the Headmaster had things under control, Uicle decided to take a few more..precautions. Golems made from steel were put on standby, ready to break up any fights or chaos that might happen. Shadow Golems were placed in the crowd and around it, ready to delay any violence. It always payed to be wary, after all.

What mainly drew his attention, however, was the fact that Alaira, the endless source of ire he was stuck with, was talking rather loudly and drunkenly with another student that seemed to be a walking plant. "I really, really hope Alaira's doesn't decide her hate of plants extends to walking, talking plants. Because I really don't want to puppet walk her out of this gathering.."