Treasure Hunt (RAID)

Hyacinth was drunk, had been for days now. He wasn't totally certain when he'd last been sober. Before Hyperion had died for sure but even as his body had recovered from the plague that had killed his brother his mind hadn't. Drowned in a wave of grief which he, in turn, was drowning in drink, numbing it, silencing the pain the coursed through him in the few moments of lucidity he got between hangovers and the next bottle. He had murdered his brother, not with teeth or claws but simply by being sick around him. The sickness that had coursed through his body had left him but it had killed Hyperion. So yeah. Hyacinth was drunk.

But he was here which was maybe more than Sparrow should have hoped for, or maybe it would have been better for her if he'd stayed home, wasting away in some corner somewhere until he'd numbed himself so totally he wasn't dependant on the pleasant buzzing in his head to feel anything anymore. But he was here, and he was going to get his ass handed to him but that at least meant feeling some pain that wasn't just the ache of his missing brother.

"Speech!"

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