The Druid human looks around your camp, surprised. Should he really be surprised at the display of drunken tieflings getting into a variety of mischievous antics and dancing ridiculously? No… he shouldn’t. But he’s surprised anyway.

Rath walks through the celebration, looking up at the star filled sky. When he lowers his gaze, his eyes fall upon you. A wife toothy smile forms on his lips as he approaches.

“Good dusk,” he starts, holding up a basket. “I got your invitation, I brought some mead.”

You should never come to a party empty handed, even a Druid who has never been to a celebration like this before knows that. Rath looks around again, lowering the basket.

“Where should I put them?” The human questions, still smiling. Although he still looks surprised and even a little nervous. The party started only an hour ago yet everyone is so drunk.