It was nearly an hour of celebrating before Solomon noticed the two Gryph in the corner of the room, observing the behaviour of the various soldiers. Both had an untouched pint of ale, sat on the table at their side. All of the soldiers simply ignored them. Dancing, singing and more cheering erupted from every soldiers voice. Solomon cut his way through the crowd to come face to face with the Gryph. They greeted him with placing their right hand over their hearts and lowering their heads in respect – Solomon returned the gesture uncertainly. "How are we feeling then, gents?" asked Solomon merrily. The two Gryph exchanged nervous glances to one and other. "Lieutenant Solomon, what you ask?" said the left Gryph who had very thin hair, tightly pulled into a top knot, his face was as slim as his body, his eyes as black as the void of space. Solomon thought for a moment, forgetting these are aliens and English was not their language of nature. "How are we feeling today?" he asked again slower. "Are you feeling good?" he said with an exaggerated smile, "Or are we feeling bad?" he said with an exaggerated frown, then returning to his normal expression. The slim Gryph blinked at Solomon trying to process the questions. The Gryph next to him was slightly more plumper, supporting a second layer of flab under his chin, his laugh was broad and deep. "Sykra, me thought you had learned much more!" he bellowed laughing. He then said something in their own language, which made Solomon feel unwelcome, but when Sykra looked at Solomon with a smile and replied "I am very good, I thank you, my human is not rather good yet." he said bowing his head once more "But I am learning." he added briskly. The fat Gryph laughed a bit more. "You will have to excuse the little early fights we will have! The language be hard, I, Carlo" he said with a warming smile. Solomon returned the smile and stood awkwardly with his drink, bouncing on his heels. After a few moments, Carlo spoke, eager to break the silence. "So, Solomon. Tell me, you will. What is the reasoning for this?" he asked, gesturing the crowded, decorated room. Solomon suppressed a smirk, passing both of the Gryph their untouched drinks, he asked them to join him in taking a mouthful as he explained what alcohol was.
Carlos took his first sip and tried his very hardest not to shudder with the bitterness of the pale golden ale. Sykra could not stop coughing after his first and only sip, placing the drink back upon the table where it remained for the rest of the evening and wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Solomon laughed and raised his glass to them, "Don't worry, some humans choose not to drink it too, it takes... some getting used to!" he said with a chuckle. Sykra forced a smile, his face had positively turned green from the drink, Carlo forced himself another sip of the ale. The music carried through the room, Solomon couldn't help but feel the family ties from his soldiers that had thrown such a breath taking celebration for him coming out of his coma. Solomon's mind was drawn back to the dark beach with the three Banshees temporarily before Sykra broke into his train of thought. "Solomon, what happened to make you sleep so long?" he asked slowly, looking for the correct words, that never came to him. Solomon revealed the battle with the Crimson Predators.
"After Lyra was wounded, Sandra and I, dragged her to the landing zone, we tried to gather our strength in at the primary supply area... then lots come from the trees, too many to count. I ordered the heavy weapons and explosives team to fire upon the largest concentration of the beasts, but one got around the flank and got hold of the Explosives team, that unluckily for me, had a primed rocket launcher loaded, in the panic, it was fired and that is the last thing I remember." Solomon looked sadly at Sykra for a moment. "Apparently it was miss-fired at the supply containers that was then flung on top of me, which then, put me in that coma you mentioned earlier. Darren, the soldier who fired the weapon, he died... he'd feel so guilty he put me in a coma." he said forcing a smile. Carlo let out a deep sigh. "Yes, We call them 'Mares' they are truly violent, they do not usually hunt in that area." he said placing his hand on Solomon's shoulder, "We sent them away, with sound barrels!" he quickly added when he saw Solomon's grim expression. Solomon gestured to the Gryph that they should join in the merry making and join him in a dance.
Solomon brought himself up upright on the end of his bed, his head aching from the alcohol still in his system. Solomon gave off a groan that would impress even a large bear as he lifted his body from the soft bed. His room had the low lighting of the morning schedule. Solomon had not been cleared for duty yet, having only woken form his coma the day prior, his room was still a mess, his clothing had been left on the floor from when before the fight with the Mares, upon the clothing, was a slim pale blue figure with a messy thin hair bun. Sykra was snoring loudly and was hugging a bucket, with traces of something yellow inside, Solomon held his nose to shield himself from the sour smell flowing out of the bucket. Pouring himself a hot steaming cup of coffee, he began to remember the night, getting drunk with Sykra turned out to be a fantastic idea! Carlo was the first to leave, he wanted to meet more humans and expand his language and ended up leaving with Sandra and Decius, with broad smiles upon their faces.