He stared at them for a moment, before shaking his head. "You mean the BACHELOR's party? Sorry, I haven't been a bachelor for nearly a decade now. And hopefully Tysinni is the last one I have ot pull into this circus."<br/><br/>He sat down in a chair in his bedroom, staring at the wall, taking a few minutes before speaking. "Why bother, another person that would have found happiness on her own is being pulled into this madness because I can't function well enough with what I already have. Yes, that sounds like a hell of a reason to party, if by party you mean get so shit faced you can't tell which end is day and night. Provided I can still do so, of course."<br/><br/>A few hours later, he was lying in his bed, alone, the others passed out in their own beds back in the domain, staring at the ceiling. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember how to fall asleep. After a few hours of staring at the ceiling, his own thoughts churning toward ever darker recesses of his mind, he dressed. Black silk robe, with gold trim and a red flame motif along the bottom of his sleeves and the bottom of his robe, his Sivridut along his back, a silver belt with his spell pouches attached. That done, he headed to the palace, intent on at least seeing if he could help. The spirits should have been delivered hours ago.