Blissfully unaware that he was listing ever so slightly to the left as he walked, Laufey padded slowly in Kaprasius' direction. There was a noticeable slouch in his usually proud posture and a looseness to his movements that suggested he'd made a point to sample all of the things that had been presented to him in the celebration. Laufey felt very, very good. Impossibly good. Invincible, even. The raid had wound him up, but the festivities had taken that frenzy and twisted it into such a feeling of superiority that he felt he could, despite his injured state, take on any opponent and win.
Suddenly face to face with a scraggly tree that had jumped out in front of him, Laufey corrected his posture and in doing so put an end to the leftward listing. It was just in time too, because there, right around the bend and quickly coming into view, was his aunt and uncle. His tone jovial, he boomed, "Kaprasius, Katja! Why so...serious?" They should be celebrating!
This character is prone to acts of EXTREME violence when provoked. If this makes you uncomfortable do not thread with him.
