BOOOM!
Narcian yelped has he ducked behind a pillar to protect himself from the colorful balls of fire spraying all over the courtyard. He stuck his head out to see both of the fools cackling and they each took a long swig from the large bottle of rum in Kirian's offhand. He needed to stop this now before they burned down his castle!
BOOOM!
Where had they even gotten the fireworks in the first place?! Nevermind that, how could he get them away from the explosives before they ended up hurting themselves? What does Kirian love more than drinking and explosives?
BOOOM!
Narcian quickly and elegantly patted out his burning cape. Shit. He can't do this alone. Where the hell was everyone else? Narcian looked around for anyone he could drag into helping him end these shenanigans. Drat! The Party in the town Square! Why did these idiots have to sneak off!?
BOOOM!
More giggling. Alright, looks like he has to do this himself. He'll come around the corner and rush their alcohol. It is the only way to end this. Narcian took a deep breath. He is strong. He is wise. He is handsome.
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Narican sprinted around the corner and immediately came to a stop taking in the scene. Kronya and Kirian were both passed out in a pile, bottle of rum overturned and leaking onto the courtyard. The crate of fireworks was empty and a shrubbery was on fire. Narcian yelped and quickly grabbed Idunn's watering can, and filled it in the courtyard's fountain.
As he rushed over to put out the burning bush, Grima walked into the courtyard. He took one look at the heroically panicking wyvern rider and the pile of idiots. He quietly walked over to the fools, picked up the bottle of alcohol before walking back the way he came, muttering about foolish humans.
After Narcian finished putting out the fire, he turned to the pile of drunkards and sighed. Idiotic as they were, his reputation still depended on them. He handsomely strutted over to the wheelbarrow next to where he had grabbed Idunn's watering can and wheeled it over to his companions. Narcian majestically piled them into the wheelbarrow and began his journey to the summoner's room (which was thankfully on the first floor).
Quickly taking the unconscious summoner's key, he opened the door before dumping the two on the floor. Neither appeared to wake up, though they seemed to make some attempt to snuggle together. Sighing again, Narcian grabbed the blanket off Kirian's bed before throwing it over the two before leaving, locking the door behind him.
Blast, what a start to the New Year. At least Narcian kept his reputation as best white wing intact.
