The feast lasted till midnight, as I felt my eyelids get droopy after I've been holding a conversation with a couple of my drunk crewmates and Princess Kara who was speaking about Lou, who managed to stay in touch despite being far away.
"I'm going to take my leave, Willow, rest well." The chief rose from his mat, and with the help of his assistant, he hobbled away most likely to find a place to throw up, seeing how flushed his cheeks were and how he couldn't stand up, and he sadly wasn't the only one.
Luckily most of my crew knew how to handle their liquor, that they could walk down a street and find a place to sleep, without any problem. As long as it wasn't within the castle walls, I would be fine. Seeing how there were a couple of ladies with these young men, I saw no problem in leaving them behind.
