Dvalin looked down at Venti who had passed out from being drunk way to much and was now sleeping on Dvalin's tail, holding onto it tightly.

Dvalin then looked at Venti's lyre that was laying on the floor, and sighed, knowing that he would have to keep an eye on Venti even while he was drunk, to stop him from causing any more mischief.

Dvalin slowly moved his tail trying to untangle it from Venti's grip without waking him up.

"Damn Archon will be the end of me.."