Hungover much?

Briar was woken up the night before by a very drunk, very clumsy, very handsy Artorias that came stumbling into their bedroom after what she thought was going to be a quick trip to the dungeons. When he hadn't come back up right away she had ended up falling asleep while she was relaxing in their plush bed, only to be woken up by him not so quietly closing the door behind him and falling into bed, immediately falling all over her and keeping her up for a while—only to basically fall asleep on top of her in the process. The whole situation was somehow hilarious and irritating at the same time, but after he finally wore himself out and she got him tucked into bed she was able to get some sleep. The next morning she managed to get the condensed version of what happened along with the new whereabouts of the Hallows' prisoner.

She left Artorias in bed to keep sleeping off his hang over and went down stairs to the guest rooms, her tail trailing along the floor behind her since she hadn't seeing Lia yet that morning to help her braid it up. The room where this pirate was being held was pretty easy to pick out since Romulus was standing guard just outside of it. She smirked slightly and gave the man a nod of greeting before stepping past him, giving the door a light knock and gently pushing it open. She wasn't sure why she was so set on meeting the wolf that had gotten Artorias into such a state, but she was curious so here she was. Her turquoise gaze landed on the male and she smiled softly. "You must be Artisan." She stepped into the room, giving him a curious once over. "Are you as much of a drunken mess as Artorias was?"

"Briar Fatalis"