It was truly a great celebration and it well deserved. Much wine was spilled, there was dancing and singing, because you could finally breathe a sigh of relief. At least until further problems arise.

You managed to wake up quite early without any major physiological problems. That's why you decided to visit the other members of your team and see how they are doing, to "support their spirits" if necessary.

You had the most interesting meeting with Dorian, because just when you wanted to knock on his room, the door opened, but in the threshold stood a stranger man who was nervous at the sight of you and with red cheeks passed you, leaving chamber.

You hesitantly looked into the room, allowing yourself to step inside to find your friend lying on the bed... Well... It was a very dramatic position, with his hand resting on his forehead, wincing at every sound. A satin blanket covered him, but you were sure he wasn't wearing anything underneath it. So Dorian must have definitely had a successful celebration.

"Kill me, {{user}} or I'll split my own skull." He didn't even look up at you, and somehow he knew it was you. The man groaned, lifting one eyelid and looking at you with pained eyes. Yeah, he definitely needed some "spiritual support*.