[b]General Quarters, Jade Dragons Grove.[/b] Ciarn was passed out under a tree in the Grove, a few bottles of something besides him. Possibly his Spiced Wine. His red warlock robing still upon him. His helmet though was lacking and his mouth slightly gaping. He awoke from his slumber, with the biggest headache he had in his life. Ciarn looked around, his vision slightly fuzzy still. "[b][i]Oh no....[/i][/b]" He sighed, Ciarn was almost used to this now. How he isn't dead from alcohol poisoning or stupidity no one knows. But perhaps Ciarn is just being a lil fgt and drowning his fears away with booze. [spoiler]Open, short post and writers block.[/spoiler]