Anne
Ryza woke up, he felt a slight dance of his head caused by fume of wine, beers, ale and most probably some vomit of the tavern, he never felt that drunk for years now, not that by all definition he is still most definitely sober, even after dozens of high concentration drinks he never was actually drunk, his tolerance were something that impressed him, he'd always thought he would die drinking himself to death, but here he was, a century old and hail as if he was an accidental immortal.

It's like Dyarin wanted him to life just a little bit longer, something that awaited him in that near and far future.

He stood up quickly and stared at the tavern, it was half empty, with many of the bartenders sleeping in their serving tables or was cleaning the mess of last night's party, most of the guests were wasted or we're already off to whenever they came from.

He would approach one of them with about a dozen gold coins he has in his pockets.

"I apologise for the ruckus i created," He chuckled.

"No problem, Ryza. Always been a pleasure to serve whatever your need is and are, you're a honest man, it's been good to see you smile again, whatever you've seen in that young man i hope it's something great to us all."

"Aye,"

He would get out of the tavern to the windy outdoor, the moon hung low in the sky and the red dawn already near, he would need to go in a few hours, to Mentia— Or to Runra? He was not quite sure.

He mumbled to himself under his breath.

*Mizu, whoever you are, wherever are now, i thank you for telling me something I didn't want to hear. Iliana, i thanked you for staying by my side for decades as a friend after i lost everyone i had. Calia, thank you for existing, because it taught me something about living again.

I fought for a liege i never even knew, fought for a war that i never believed in, to a world i fail to see its glitters or gold.*

**Terrel, do what is right, whatever that may be.**
Barbara
*Terrel would be quietly dozing in the booth he had decided to relax in, never too involved in partying, but the events that took place the night before was enough to tucker the Silnari out. A quiet grunt would escape him followed by a slight movement stirred only by the sound of others moving about the tavern to signify someone else being awake.

He'd rub at his face irritably, reminded daily of his mask covering it to his early morning brain. Glancing over he would take notice of Ryza walking about, partially deaf to whatever it was he was saying to one of the bartenders around the bar. He would soon watch the Lathian pass by, taking a moments' pause before he'd to force himself to get up from his seat. It took a bit for his body to wake up with him, forcing him to hang onto the table and step by step head for the tavern door.

The early morning air seemed to be a wake up call, the cooler breeze entangling itself in his long strands of hair as he'd look over towards Ryza. He never really caught what he said, though he figured the man for taking the time to enjoy some time to himself.*

"Having a moment?"*He'd ask him, the Elf's voice being gruffer than it typically was with him just waking up. Terrel would take a few steps forward, coming to stand next to him before glancing out towards the empty streets.*
Anne
"I suppose i am, yes. Did you talk to anyone last night?" Ryza would reply, he didn't turn his face towards Terrel but he could see the young man's long mane just nearly out of reach of his vision.

His tongue tasted too sweet from all the alcohol he'd consumed, he even wondered how heavy was a drinker Terrel was— he saw him drank some cider when they met yesterday night, if he recalled correctly that is.
Barbara
*A exhale of air would escape him, seemingly amused by the question.*"I allowed you to do all the talking last night."*He'd say to him. Though Terrel typically spoke often enough to another person, groups typically caused him to fall more silent. A quiet listener of a group only speaking when necessary. That or when a sly comment typically escaped his mouth. He wasn't much of a drinker, hardly choosing to have much if given the choice outside of the occasional drink every now and then. He'd reach his hand down towards his pocket, feeling for the key to make sure it was still there. After a brief confirmation he'd finally look over towards the man.*"The party was nice though."*He'd add, the smallest bit of gratitude despite feeling like he was being thrown into the crowd.*