Sylvi backpedaled into Astra, nearly tripping over a rolling cup.
"What's going on with everyone!?" Sylvi exclaimed as both she and Astra were faced with a group of zombies, the Aelvarians barely standing through their stinging temples. The group stunk of the smell of alcohol mixed with the burnt charcoal of last night's fireplace.
"This, Sylvi is why you shouldn't over drink." Astra smirked, her eyes narrowing in amusement at their stumbling forms, groaning as they suffered their hangovers. All except for Vagnis and Belk. "They drunk too much and now they're dehydrated,"
"After I TOLD them to take it easy!" Astra snapped at the group, the Aelvarians covering their ears at the sudden shout.
"Loud…" They groaned, heads pressed against the earth.
"Yeah yeah, put a sock in it—" Astra huffed, her brows furrowed as she took in the miserable sight in front of her.
