The next day was filled with groaning and puking. Almost everyone was drunk out their minds due to the heavy drinking they did the day before.
"Why did I even join in your feast? I tried declining hundreds of times," Elliot grunted, his face was on the table, cheeks squishing as he laid on the cold wood. "We need to go to the Grass Palace today. And we're running out of time."
"I'm here!" a small female voice croaked. They all turned to the door and saw a petite woman running inside the guild. She was wearing red robes with white strips that ran from her shoulder to the tip of her sleeve. She also wore a small hat that was shaped like a square.
"I'm the Healer," she said to Mindight that was comforting a a Ed on the counter. "My name is Iris. I'll heal everyone from their hangover."
"Please do it now," Midnight said. "A lot of these boys have to be somewhere."
