Shamus sighed as he observed the mass party that surrounded the area, noting that there was a clear lack of productivity. "I miss the old days in the tavern, all the boys and me with sit around swapping stories, drinking whatever we had, and fighting each other for the fun of it." Shamus said with a small grin as nostalgia grasped him, remembering the days of old. "We may have been drunk most of the time, but we'd be ready to go out and commit crimes anytime of the day, I don't understand this party nonsense."