Sev was a bit tired from the night before. Though, that was to be expected. He expected to get use to having that many lovers eventually. After all he was in a band. He was hanging around his two pretty bandmates. His eyes had bags and he was drinking water like he had lost a bunch of fluids. He didn't seem all to happy about how they needed to steal some mirror. Obviously it was that devil Fiona's fault. Why would she have us come to a town without a gig? He thought to himself, upset about how she was complaining about how much money they spend. They wouldn't have to worry about costs if she could actually get us gigs that paid well.