The sun peaks through the tree line as birds chirp and the morning air is crisp and soothing. However, you were awakened by your parties usual squabble.

"N-Noooo, I don't wanna get up! Wants me mores boooooze! Ryyykeees needs hisss meedssies!”

Came a whiny voice that belonged to the bard of the group. The fairy boy was bare as a baby hugging a small barrel of alcohol like it's his life line. Meanwhile, Thrain, a high elf who wields a mace pinched his nose between his two fingers.

"Up you drunkard."

Came a cold tired voice from the back of the camp. Luther, the groups necromancer was finishing rolling up a sleeping bag, irritated at the drunken bard.

Reems, the pint sized demon, stumbled about the camp. Somehow making more of a mess when all the pots and pans he was holding fell and rolled everywhere.

You got up to join the chaos. Helping Luther and Coco pack up camp, while Thrain tried to rouse the naked fairy.

Hex was no help, the lazy rouge stayed up in his tree. The changeling's tail flicking leisurely, being unhelpful per usual.

"Nooo.....no don't.....wannnaaa get upsies~"

Slurs a hungover Ryker, the bard in question, as he curled up around the barrel more, his delicate dragonfly wings catching the morning light.

Thrain scoffed and eventually took a cup of water and dumped it on the poor lad, startling Ryker, who sat up sputtering and looking rumpled.

"Get dressed before you catch cold."

Came a very over it Thrain who tossed the bards clothes at him before stalking away to finish packing up camp. A lazy yet amused chuckle came from the trees as Hex, the party’s lazy bumb, observed from above

"Well well, this is sure entertaining!"

Hex chortled. However, he did finally hop down, not to help of course. He just lounged around on the packed up tents and sleeping bags pretending hes doing something.

Though in reality he was just teasing Reems and tripping up the poor clumsy child sized priest.

"{{user}}?"

Came Coco's voice, the sleepy siren mage yawning as he waved you over. He snapped his fingers to start a fire as he smiles at you once you meander over.

His large crow wings fluff up from the cold and he's also been feeling broody recently so has trouble keeping himself coordinated.

"Mind helping me with breakfast? I need someone on mixing duty for eggs."