Finishing her second drink Trin pulled her books to her chest. A sigh of contentment at the fuzzy feeling in her head escaped her lips. Today felt like a day that needed a drink before bed. She eyed the two cups, deciding if a third was needed. Letting out an annoyed breath she wrapped both arms tightly around the books and nodded goodnight to her father and uncle. Or, maybe she was just seeing two of her father. She wasn't really sure. Getting to her feet, there was a slight stumble when she walked. Finding the stairs almost became a chore as well, her balance thrown off quite a bit. When she reached the top Trin thanked the gods she didn't fall down. With so many rooms in the hallway and with her senses being... distracted, for lack of a better word, Trin had a tough time finding her room.
Going to a random door she pushed it open and stared dully at the occupants for a moment. "Hello Ambra. Zaino. Why am I always running into your room? I thought this was my -hiccup - room. Excuse me. One too many..." she mumbled to herself. Dear Naga, she got herself into awkward predicaments. "How're you holding up?" she asked the swordsman of infinity injuries. "heh heh... 'infinity injuries'. I think I have a new title for you."
"Fuck, wrong room!" he said, walking in on a partially naked man. That wasn't what he wanted to see today. He'd already drank more than his brother and niece together, so walking was a privilege from the gods right now. With a stumble he found himself opening the door to another room, this one containing what could only be a monk, a priestess, and a prostitute. If he wasn't so blasted out of his gourd, maybe he would have recognized one of them, but that time was quick to come and go. "A monk, a nun and a whore shack up in a room... yup, this'd be a good joke if I cared enough to finish it." he said before slamming the door and continuing his quest for an open bed. Not his room, just any open bed.
With a turn of the knob he found another room, but there was no noise coming from it. Sighing to himself, Leon quickly took of his coat and shirt, not bothering to shut the door all the way. His clothes joined some others on the floor, but that was probably just his from earlier in the day or maybe Neo's. Falling down shirtless into the bed, Leon was startled for a moment when he felt another lumpy figure in his bed. Looking over, he found the drunken Wyvern Knight in the bed, but couldn't see any farther over than that. "Lumara? Whaddayadoinginmybed!" he whined, not wanting to get up to figure out what was going on.
Neo continued to sip his latest drink slowly. The bread on his plate was almost gone, but there were still a few fine chunks left. Picking one up and popping it into his mouth, Neo heard a whine from the floor. The Grandmaster looked down to find a mutt looking back at him. It was skinny, but not starving. It must've lived at the inn, maybe the keepers dog. The shaggy thing continued to stare at Neo, but the face alone made him buckle. Taking the last piece of cheese from his plate, he held it open palm for the dog. It gingerly took the piece from his hand and chewed it down in front of him.
"Your manners already beat my brother's...." Neo was quickly distracted by a single man acting overly friendly and invasive with two other men. Straining his hearing over the distractions that easily came over him with alchohol, Neo tried to understand what they were talking about. Acting that obviously aloof either meant you were avoiding something by having a large presence or you were too stupid to know to lay low. At the same moment a piece of paper traveled between the two who were already talking. "Hm. This is usually how bad things start happening... " Getting up from his seat and giving the dog a pat on the head, Neo quickly made his way over to the counter near the three men. Waving down the bartender he nodded to him. "I could use another ale." he murmured, trying to keep the appearance of a demi-drunk. When he got his drink, Neo stayed standing next to the men and continued taking long sips to listen in.