In a tavern, in the capital city of Regordia...

Screams and a ruckus echo through the bar, as people scream and chant...and in the middle, is the fabled party of misfits, Scala Draconis. Ayana is flat out drunk. ''Mmm...bartenda, can yer give me more ale...I beg to Umbr'Gastion...''

Stev'en is the only sober one. ''Ayana, dear, you've had enough.''

Ari and Morbrook are singing and chanting with mugs high in the air. ''HEY, EY YO HEY! SEVEN DEADLY BOOBS IN THE AIR! HEY, EY YO HEY!''

Dusk groans. ''You lot have HORRIBLE singing voices.'' He strings his lyre, some strawberry extract mixed with tonic at his side. *Soondbag just snickers, a mug of ale at her side, Sigrun against the wall. ''Oh come on Dusk, stop being so pent up.'' ''I'M NOT PENT UP, SOON!'' ''Keep telling yourself that.'' Akarri is getting more drinks for them. ''I havent seen Ari this drunk since Deadhang...''