bad bitch

Widow didn't waste any time seeking out a good snack and an even better drink once she arrived at the festival. She knew that it wasn't to celebrate her return, that would be silly, but why couldn't she celebrate? She had successfully kept not only herself, but one of her children and one of Medusa's older children alive and they were all now mostly recovered from the mystery illness they had all been plagued with. Widow didn't even try to understand it, though the threat it posed to the other members worried her for a while. But when no one else got sick, she stopped worrying and focused solely on everyone's recovery.

Grabbing something strong, Widow took a heavy swig and stayed near the assortment of goodies. She would likely stay here until the fighting tournament started, unless for some reason she was pulled away. Although she had no intentions on getting wasted before the tournament, she was certainly pre-gaming. Perhaps she could convince a few others to join her, and maybe weaken the competition a bit? Though of those that had gathered, plenty looked not only strong but able to drink their weight as well.

"Speech!"