Adventure takes place on November 29, 1999

DMaster: you are on the outskirts of the “small fishing town” that Alyndri spoke of. It is huge, way beyond what a town is defined by. There is a huge stable, decent size walls, with guards. Huge doors, now open allowing the citizens to come and go. From what you can see a long wide road, with many many businesses, inns, taverns and shopkeepers.

Vulcuran: Get the group ready and start heading in.

DMaster: Plugr walks up to you, getting everyone to stop for a moment.
PLUG: I know of this place, it’s called Del Rosa. I honestly did not think it was this far south.

Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Yes, that is what Alyndri called it.

DMaster: He shakes his head and sighs.
PLUG: We are in good hands. We have a massive trade deal with them, and I am not sure how you do not know of this.
Giving you an eyebrow raised look.

Vulcuran: VUL: You know I might have, not my area of expertise. In fact we may even have plans to join with them, perhaps. I don’t know, right now my mind is mush and I only have one thing on my mind. Get the fuck home.

DMaster: The knight nods his head.
PLUG: A word of warning though, the man who runs this “land” is called Ventora, and he fancies himself a Prince. His father passed a few years ago, and that man fancied himself a King. King of what we are not quite sure, and why this Ventora has not escalated himself from Prince to King, I do not know either. Maybe in anticipation of joining with Camerondale perhaps?
KRI: I thought she said this was a little village?

Vulcuran: VUL: Well, if we know them so well, we might as well go for the Castle or stronghold then. Introduce ourselves.

DMaster: PLUG: Yes. The sooner we greet the Prince, the sooner he can ship us back home.

Vulcuran: VUL: We can’t walk into the castle with 15 or so ragtag bunch of people, no offense
Glancing back to the group, shrugging my shoulders.
VUL: Let’s stop at an Inn and get a few rooms for them. Then meet the King, or Prince or whoever and then come back for them.

DMaster: Plugr gives you a look and a nod.
PLUG: Yes, that’s a good idea.

Vulcuran: Enter the city and find a Tavern.

DMaster: The group walks past, and in through the giant doors. The guards exchange glances and furry there brow. It wasn’t too far and you walk into a Inn called “The Silver Stream.” DM: Condensing. Vulcuran approaches the Inn owner and he seems a bit taken back by how many there are of you. The Duke goes to explain what happened, but he does not seem to care too much. The rooms are 5SP a night for the standard, and 7SP for the luxurious ones. After verbally tussling with the owner they agree upon 4 rooms for the 15 or so people. Vulcuran gives the Inn owner 4 gold, and tells him they will be eating lunch here. They get directions to the stronghold at the far end of the city; a good 10-15 minute walk.
OWN: Follow the main road, called Starlight Avenue. It will come almost to a “T”, you will see the Rusty Goblet Bar, take a left, that is Seaside Way. To your right will be docks, and a 5 minute walk or so will be the Stronghold. Can’t miss it.

Vulcuran: Nod head.
VUL: Thank you.

DMaster: He takes the money and guides the rag-tag bunch of people, as you called them, up the stairs.

Vulcuran: VUL: Plugr, you are with me.

DMaster: You and Plugr head down Starlight Avenue. Not before a few guards come up on your position.

Vulcuran: Turn and look at them
VUL: Can we help you?

DMaster: The one guard looks to the other
GUARD1: Yeah, we sees you come in with looks to be homeless people, maybe even slaves. I needs to knows what you think you be doing with dem there people.
The man says in some horrific common.

Vulcuran: VUL: They are not slaves, they are a group of people who survived a shipwreck, and we are trying to find our way home.

DMaster: They exchange glances again.
GUARD1: Yeah, that be a bit far fetched really. No ship wreck been reported round deez parts for long while.

Vulcuran: VUL: That is because…
get frustrated.
VUL: It doesn’t matter what you think. I need to speak with your Prince at once.

DMaster: Their eyes get big and look at Plugr.
PLUG: He speaks the truth. We have traveled far to get here. We need to find passage to Camerondale.

Vulcuran: VUL: So if you will, fine sirs, we are heading to the stronghold
Turn and start walking

DMaster: Plugr goes to grab for you seeing the two guards are not happy with the answers,and two more guards are coming up to them from the opposite direction.
PLUG: M’lord, I think we have a situation.

Vulcuran: Turn and let out a large sigh.
VUL: What, what is it you want us to say?

DMaster: The one guard whispers to another and they nod
GUARD2: Please follow us, we need to take you into the security tower for more questions.
Plugr, getting red faced, but holding his tongue, just turns.

Vulcuran: VUL: Uh why? We did nothing wrong. I am going to go speak to the Prince now, clear up any situation you two think we have.
Pointing at them.

DMaster: The first guard shakes his head.
GUARD1: Nope. Follow us or it be get ugly.

Vulcuran: Dip head
VUL: Getting arrested by someone no smarter than a bag of doorknobs…
Say very quiet.

DMaster: Plugr nudges you and shakes his head. You get escorted down a street then a guarded entrance, into a larger tower building. You are taken to a large open desk area, situated into the stone mason work. A woman turns and sees you two standing there.
WOMAN: What do we have here?
She says walking to the opposite side of the desk, looking at the two guards.
GUARD1: We have slave traders.
Says matter of fact.

Vulcuran: Eyes go wide, look at them in disbelief, shake my head.

DMaster: Plugr scoffs, shakes his head.
WOMAN: Really? Well. OK. Thank you, I will take it from here.
The two guards walk out of the tower and presumably back to their patrol
WOMAN: Go around please to the doors.

Vulcuran: Walk to the doors.

DMaster: They open. She guides you in to an elaborate building with hallways, doors, rooms, tables, chairs, lanterns, etc and it is pretty busy and full. The woman walks to a door, opens it, guides you inside.
WOMAN: Have a seat, I’ll be back in a few minutes.
Plugr sits heavily in the chair.

Vulcuran: Sit.
VUL: Thoughts?

DMaster: PLUG: None. This fits perfectly with the journey we have had so far. I fully expect to be sent into the dungeons and chained up for a decade…
He says half serious, half musing.

Vulcuran: Chuckle.
VUL: You have to stay positive.

DMaster: He gives you a look, shaking his head.
PLUG: With all due respect Vulc…
Just then the door opens and the woman comes in. You can see her much better now. Longer brown hair, brown eyes, fair skin. Curvy where it needs to be from what you can tell and she smells of soap. She is wearing a light brown leather vest with a long sleeve tighter blouse underneath. Her pants are a bit darker leather and her shoes look to be simple and comfy. She sits down and looks over you two.
WOMAN: My name is Yekaterina, but please call me Kat, it’s easier and I like it better. I am pretty sure you two are not slave traders.
She says with a chuckle.
WOMAN: They get a little over excited sometimes bringing in outsiders. What are your names?

Vulcuran: Look at her
VUL: Vulcuran, Duke of Camerondale. This gentleman here is Plugr, my Lead and First Knight of the Realm.

DMaster: She scoffs a moment, her face contorts.
KAT: I am sorry, what?
Looking at you expecting you to change your story.

Vulcuran: Give her a dead pan look.
VUL: Vulcuran. I am the Duke of Camerondale. My companion here is…

DMaster: You get interrupted with her hand raising up.
KAT: You want me to believe you are the Duke of Camerondale?
She looks you over, and then raises an eyebrow.
KAT: Ok. Well, let’s get your story. Maybe that could clear things up. What are you doing in Del Rosa?

Vulcuran: Proceed to tell her what happened, abridged of course.

DMaster: Her eyes are real big, she leans back into her chair.
KAT: Wow. Well. It is quite the story, almost unbelievable. So much so that I am actually starting to believe it.
She stands up.
KAT: I will be back, there are ways to verify your story, to a degree.
The woman walks out.
PLUG: So I am your lead huh?
He says giving you a nudge.

Vulcuran: VUL: Meh, second in command, so yeah lead. Lead pain in my ass.

DMaster: Nods his head
PLUG: Ahhh, there we go.
After about 30 minutes the door opens again. It is Kat.
KAT: My apologies Duke, I have an escort here for you to take you directly to the stronghold.

Vulcuran: Get up, nod my head.

DMaster: You tower over her and she gives you puppy dog eyes.

Vulcuran: VUL: Thank you, appreciate you clearing this up for us.
Smile at her.

DMaster: A man in a fancy outfit is standing just outside the doors you went in. You two meet up, and after he looks at the two of you with a little scoff (probably because you are dirty, look like hell, etc). You are lead out, back down a few streets. Then on to Seaside way. Five minutes later you are at the gates of the stronghold. Two guards, armed to the teeth in overly royal outfits, take you down a few elaborate hallways and leads you into a throne room. There are a handful of people about in the room, the Prince on his throne looking down at some parchment. The man stands about 5’10” or so, maybe 150 lbs at most. In an overly regal outfit of red silk, ruffled white trimming, a long coat and a crown on his head. He glances up.
VENT: Duke of Camerondale, I am glad to…
He trails off, and stops looking at what you are wearing, eyebrow raising, looks at Plugr in his armor that has been bashed, stabbed, sliced and pummeled. Both of you look like you have been through hell and back.
VENT: Well the rumors were true then, but I am glad they are only half true. You are very much alive.

Vulcuran: I will bow before the Prince
VUL: M’Lord.

DMaster: The throne room is real nice too, plush carpeting, large throne. The Prince walks down the few steps, everyone in the room is now looking at you.
VENT: If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were common homeless people.
He says in a scoff and a chuckle. Just then you glance over and you notice a man named Gerton you have met many times in Camerondale standing by a table. You exchange glances and smile.

Vulcuran: Smile at the man, nod my head, look back to the Prince.
VUL: Many times I have felt that way really on this damned journey.

DMaster: The man to your side, steps forward and over to you, outstretched hand.
GER: Good to see you Duke. Glad to see you are ok.

Vulcuran: Shake his hand and smile.

DMaster: GER: Told you he is unmistakable.
The Prince walks to you, and has to really look up.
VEN: You were not kidding, you are a very large man.
You also exchange handshakes. He turns his attention to Plugr.
VEN: First Knight of Camerondale, Plugr Stotz. Fiercest fighter in the realm.
The Knights eyes bulge a little, starting to blush he just bows a bit and nods.
VEN: Come lets get you cleaned up. I heard you entered with a large group of people. Why not invite them to the Stronghold.
He says guiding you along to a door to the side of the throne room.
VEN: The Silver Stream Inn, correct?

Vulcuran: Nod my head as I follow.
VUL: Yes, sire. That would be the one.

DMaster: You are escorted to a general room, luxurious beyond measure. Some servants walk in, get your measurements and they exchange glances seeing your size. Then you and Plugr are escorted to separate rooms, a large tub in it, smells of flowers and herbs. You bathe, take your time, enjoy it. Then when you get out a servant gives you a towel, and guides you to a room. Another grossly ornate room, no coin spared. The servant tells you that it might be a moment before you get your clothes. The room is a decent size, 20 x 20. A large bed on the far wall, a dresser and a small table with fruit on it and chairs against the other. You glance and see a large wash basin and what appears to be shaving utensils and such.

Vulcuran: Walk to the basin, shave. Get my hair in order.

DMaster: A servant walks in with some clothes.
SER: Our apologies, these are a bit common, we did not have anything in your size so we had to whip these up for you.

Vulcuran: Smile, thinking it can’t be worse than what I was wearing.
VUL: It is quite OK. As long as I am not bare-assed, I think this will make due.

DMaster: The servant bows, giggles and excuses himself. You smile to yourself and nod. It is what you would want to wear anyways. Dark leather pants, a simple white button up shirt, some stylized bracers, and wonderful shit kicking boots. You get dressed. It fits pretty good, but a little tight.

Vulcuran: Put on cologne if there is any. Then eat some fruit, I am sure I am hungry.

DMaster: After about a half hour, a knock on the door, servant comes in to escort you back to the throne room.

Vulcuran: Follow them.

DMaster: The Prince is speaking with Plugr, he seems excited to do so. Plugr is in a wonderful outfit, dark blue, silver trim and he looks more regal than you.

Vulcuran: VUL: Plugr, well it is about time you cleaned yourself up.
Walk to him with a smirk.

DMaster: PLUG: Aye, M’Lord. Boy does it feel good to be clean.
The Prince turns his attention to you.
VENT: We will be preparing a voyage home for you. But, I would like to extend an invitation to stay the night. If you decline, you would not be able to sail until early morning anyways, so you might as well…
He says passive aggressively and a smile on his face.

Vulcuran: Nod my head.
VUL: I would of accepted your invitation either way.

DMaster: VEN: Excellent! I already have the staff making a wonderful meal for all of us, including your crew.
He guides you and Plugr over to another door, you go through it and you are now in a room you would recognize as a study. Expensive leather furniture, shelves with books on every wall, an elaborate candle-opera in the middle. He walks to a large moving tray made of silver and pours some glasses of what appears thicker wine. He walks over to the fireplace in the middle and sets them on a contraption.
VEN: Ahh Augustian mulled wine, not much like it really.

Vulcuran: VUL: Very rich in taste, usually with accents of their special spice, saffron. Sometimes it can be a bit much really, depending on the year.

DMaster: The Prince, wide eyes looks to you, huge smile on his face.
VEN: Exactly my thoughts as well! This is 322, and the brewer kept the Saffron to a minimum!
Plugr looks at you too, wide eyes just nodding his head like he knows what the hell is going on. Ventora takes it off the fire, places it on this wet towel, then hands both of you the glass.

Vulcuran: Take the glass, nod my head.
VUL: Thank you.
smell, swirl and take a sip.

DMaster: It is excellent

Vulcuran: VUL: Excellent.
Nod my head, raise my glass a bit.

DMaster: The afternoon goes on with some pleasant if not forced conversation, but nothing much of relevance. The Prince was interested in more details about your journey, and you and Plugr told him. A servant walks in, bows.
SERVANT: Dinner is in it’s final stages. The band has confirmed for tonight and the Horderves are ready M’Lord.
Ventora smiles and guides you through a few more halls and into, yet again, a luxurious dining hall. The smell of food hits you, and you can hear a lute and lyre play beautifully.

Vulcuran: Look around, smile a little. Nudge Plugr.
VUL: A couple days ago we were knee deep in mud, eating half cooked fish avoiding a thunderstorm. Now, look at us.

DMaster: Plugr smiles big and nods his head.
PLUG: The contrast of your life, M’Lord.
You are led to the head of the table, Plugr is sat a bit farther down. You are to the right of Ventora. A few dignitaries to his left. Just then, a group of people file in. It is your band of rag-tags, and they all look fantastic. In wonderful clothes, bathed and huge smiles on their faces. They enter the room and look around in awe. They are all seated at large tables. After a few minutes the Prince stands up.
VEN: Welcome everyone to my humble abode.
He bows a bit
VEN: Before we start I do have to ask you to do a few things.
He says with a bit of trepidation, looking down for a minute. You see a few of the other royals chuckle and roll their eyes.

Vulcuran: Look at him and listen.

DMaster: VEN: I need you to all relax. Then I need you all to drink. Then I need you all to eat. When it is all said and done I will need you to enjoy yourselves. You deserve it after all you have been through.
He looks over to you, puts his hand on your shoulder.
VEN: Courtesy of Camerondale, the Duke, Del Rosa and Myself.

Vulcuran: Smile and nod at everyone.

DMaster: Then he pauses a moment, sees everyone’s eyes anticipating.
VEN: Our Priest will lead us all in prayer
The room grows silent and the priest says a blessing.
VEN: OK… now eat! Enjoy!
He says with half a laugh. He sits down and digs in. It is roasted goose with all the fixings. Mugs of tasty ale, wonderful red and white wines. The room now has the sounds of talking, laughing, some soft music, but mostly of people eating and enjoying it.

Vulcuran: Eat my fill. Enjoy it. Drink red wine, I don’t want to mix and get a headache.

DMaster: You have casual conversation with a few people, but mostly listen. It was mainly about the past few weeks. Luckily, no one talked about slaughtering anyone, at least you did not hear it. Everyone is finishing up, the food taken away, some desserts and more drinks replace their spot on the table. Ventora looks over to you.
VEN: I like to walk a bit after a big meal, care to join me?

Vulcuran: Smile and nod
VUL: Of course, M’Lord.

DMaster: You two head for a doorway and head up these stairs and finally reach a balcony looking out over the ocean. The sight takes your breath away. The large moon is almost full, the water shimmers in its reflection. Light whispy clouds dot the sky and stars are twinkling. The breeze is light and warm…

Vulcuran: VUL: man that is a beautiful sight

DMaster: VEN: Yes it is.
Takes a moment to look out.
VEN: So Vulcuran, If I may call you that?

Vulcuran: VUL: Of course.

DMaster: VEN: We have been in talks with you for quite some time now. With the southern lands getting a little hairy, the threat of Skello and the death of my father, I feel the need to have better allies.

Vulcuran: VUL: M’Lord? You are an ally of ours. We would be there for you if anything should arise.

DMaster: He smiles real big, takes a sip of his wine, puts his hand on your arm.
VEN: Aye, and I appreciate that, we, appreciate that. But the cost of an evergrowing city, the amount of money I put into an army and protection. Our lands butt up against each other as well.

Vulcuran: Give him a thoughtful look.
VUL: I can’t speak for our Royals, but I for one, would welcome you with open arms into the Kingdom of Camerondale.

DMaster: VEN: I am glad to hear that. I am sure I would have to give up my title, but what is this title anyways?
He scoffs, takes off his crown puts it on the railing.
VEN: Maybe it’s time to stop pretending we are some huge Kingdom when we are a small parcel of lands with one big honking City on the waterfront. My father always said, ‘if Magus Orion can give themselves royal titles, so can we!’ or something like that.

Vulcuran: VUL: When we get back, I am sure the King will be very grateful for your help. I can also add in some encouraging words, and maybe speed this merger up a little for you.

DMaster: He has a huge smile on his face.
VEN: I wasn’t sure about it for the longest time, now as the possibility is sitting there, right in front of my face… I feel I want it even more now.

Vulcuran: VUL: Then I shall help with it the best I can.

DMaster: He slugs his wine down. You can hear different music now. It is much more festive.
VEN: Well then, I think we have a festive dinner to finish out.
He puts his hand out inviting you back down the stairs

Vulcuran: Nod and walk down the stairs to the dining hall.

DMaster: The room is audibly jovial. Talking, laughing and the music is excellent. No one is dancing right now, most are just conversing and nibbling on desserts and drinking some wine.

Vulcuran: Make sure I have enough wine.

DMaster: The music changes a bit, and Ventora himself walks to the open area, beckons to some of his dignitaries and they come out and dance. Pretty damn good too. This ignites a trend and more than half the people make their way out to the floor and start dancing.

Vulcuran: Lean against a pillar, if there is one, drinking my wine and enjoying the fact we are no longer lost. Look around.

DMaster: Plugr is talking with a few people you have never seen before. They seem very interested in him, being that fiercest warrior and all. Krinus is talking with Plum and a few other refugee women. They pull him on the dance floor. Groups of refugees and guards here and there.

Vulcuran: Grab a small dessert of any kind, nibble a bit on it.

DMaster: You look up and you catch someones eye. It is Kat, from the security tower. She excuses herself from her present company and walks over.
KAT: M’Lord.
She bows a bit.

Vulcuran: Give her a look and smirk.
VUL: Thank you, but for tonight just call me Vulcuran. No formality.

DMaster: She gets a big grin on her face and nods again.
KAT: I am sorry for the mix up again. Some of these guards will bring anyone in with fantastical charges, then try and tell the tale of their big catch at the pub later that night. I have learned to take their “reasoning” with a grain of salt.

Vulcuran: Nod, sip some wine, finish my dessert.
VUL: So, what do you do, exactly?
Tilt my head a little.

DMaster: KAT: I am what they call the Sun Captain. Meaning I am captain for the daytime. Run the security of the city inbetween risen-sun and sunken-sun.

Vulcuran: VUL: Impressive. I bet your job makes your life very interesting.

DMaster: She nods and smiles.
KAT: I guess. It can be mundane sometimes, I just happened to step away from all my paperwork to see you at the desk.
She looks down, tucks a bit of hair behind her ear. Looks back up, way up, to you.
KAT: Had to find out what this tall man was doing with a steel plated body guard.

Vulcuran: Chuckle a bit.
VUL: Apparently, selling slaves, you know.

DMaster: She lets out a laugh and gives you a look. More people are hitting the dance floor. Kat glances over her shoulder.
KAT: Care to dance?

Vulcuran: Smile.
VUL: My heart says yes, my head says no. This frame doesn’t always look good dancing.

DMaster: She holds her hand out, raises her eyebrow.

Vulcuran: Laugh a little
VUL: Ok, talked me into it.

DMaster: You hit the floor and you are dancing. Rolled a 16 on a 1d20. So you are actually doing very well. A few songs pass, and you are enjoying yourself. Both of you stop and head over to the long silver cart with a bartender. Order a few more drinks. Sit and sip for a few minutes when the songs turn slow.

Vulcuran: Look down in my drink.
VUL: Hmm, slow song. This could be awkward.

DMaster: She practically spits out her drink with a laugh. She looks up, blushing.
KAT: Oh, awkward? Why?

Vulcuran: VUL: I have to ask you to dance now, you might say no and that would be… crappy.
Give her a look, with rosy cheeks and a smile.

DMaster: KAT: My dear Duke, or Vulcuran. I asked you first and you said yes, so I think I…

Vulcuran: Interrupt her by just holding out my hand, raising an eyebrow.

DMaster: A big smile washes over her face and she takes it. You two walk to the dance floor and dance. It was nice. She smells better than soap now. She is only 5’6″ so she is quite a bit down from you. Eventually the songs pick up again and you drink some more, spend time primarily with Kat, and dance where you can. You are getting to know her, you are getting pretty tipsy and so is she.

Vulcuran: VUL: So if I could be so bold to ashk…
Slurring a bit talking, since I am on my like 8th glass of wine.

DMaster: She giggles, looks at you with red cheeks, beaming eyes and half empty glass of wine.
KAT: Be bold and ask away! Or should I say “ashk” away.

Vulcuran: Laugh a bit, give her a warm look.
VUL: Is there a Mister Kat?

DMaster: She raises her eyebrows up, slowly looks into your piercing green eyes.
KAT: Oh, that is bold. But no, there is no Mister Kat. Unless you are literally talking about my Cat I have at home.

Vulcuran: Try and flirt the best I can with my eyes. Make small talk.

DMaster: You two have small talk, she seems to be getting closer to you, and you to her. By now you are exchanging arm touches and flirty smiles. The party is starting to wind down a bit, but not before a few slow songs to end it.

Vulcuran: Pull her as close as she seems comfortable with.

DMaster: She is pressed up against you, head on your chest area, swaying with the music.

Vulcuran: Look down at her, wait for her to look at me.

DMaster: After a minute she glances up, sees you looking them really looks up.

Vulcuran: Take her cheek and bring it to me, or I can bend down and kiss her. Hoping she wants me to kiss her.

DMaster: You’re pretty sure, tongue was instantly involved and her arms goes around your body.

Vulcuran: Keep kissing her.

DMaster: The song ends and after a minute you stop kissing. She is looking up in your eyes. Both of you are a sip away from being flat out drunk.

Vulcuran: VUL: Care for a night cap?
Giving her a pleading look.

DMaster: KAT: Never thought you’d ask.
She takes your hand. You look around for the door you came through. You see Plugr and Victoria glancing over to you. Plugr has a shit eating grin on his face, Victoria of course, is disgusted. You walk through the doors and down a few hallways. You think you are lost.

Vulcuran: Look around
VUL: yeah, lots of wine, a beautiful woman kissing me… I don’t know where I am.

DMaster: She forcefully pins you against the wall, starts kissing you again. She is being pretty handsy too.

Vulcuran: Kiss back, being handsy as well.

DMaster: You glance over to a servant who was surprised by you two being in the hall all over each other.

Vulcuran: VUL: My good stir, I mean slur… err hell, Sir.
Laugh a little look surprised as to how tipsy I am.
VUL: I have lost my way to my room.

DMaster: He walks literally ten feet, opens the door. Bows a little and continues on his way.

Vulcuran: Bust out laughing

DMaster: She starts laughing so hard shaking her head.

Vulcuran: Lead her into my room.

DMaster: She walks in, kicks the door shut, and starts kissing you, grabbing for all your clothes and taking them off.

Vulcuran: I will do the same.

 
Vulcuran: Get up, grab her clothing, walk to her.
VUL: I understand. We talked for a bit, then you went home and I went to sleep.

DMaster: She grabs her shirt from you, puts it on. Then smiles.
KAT: Thank you.
Leans up and kisses your cheek. She finishes getting dressed. One last long kiss and she heads out.
KAT: I hope I can get out of here without anyone noticing.
The door closes. You get dressed in the new clothes and head out.

Vulcuran: Go to the Throne room.

DMaster: You get turned around once, but then find your way. You see the Prince holding his head a bit. He looks up.
VEN: Quite the time last night huh?