Well the raid had gone off without a hitch, except for the fact that they were on the losing end. Sparrow did a headcount and found they were one short. Well, they'd go back for him later, maybe Hallows would be up for a trade. That was a problem for future Sparrow, however, and current Sparrow's job was to get drunk. There was a small stash of alcohol on the hill that overlooked the castle and Friar got busy arranging wood, ready to light. As the sun set and the logs crackled and clicked to life with new embers, Sparrow settled down to clean off her wounds and pour alcohol over them. "Alright, well, we could have done worse, and we could have done better," she said after a hearty swig. "But given our numbers and the fact that only one of us was captured, I'd say it went pretty well!" It staved off the boredom or the opportunity for her to reflect on the Ooze and what it had done, so it served its purpose. "No castle goods for us tonight, but we still have a warm fire and some alcohol, so get healed up because we'll go again soon!"

Pyralis trotted to the ridge with a spring in her step. She'd enjoyed herself thoroughly. It had been a long time since the old wolf had gotten that kind of action and she couldn't wait to do it again. "What a blast, we need to do this again soon!" She flopped down in a nice flat bed of dirt next to a large skull of… well something. Alkali soon joined her, clutching a wine skin and a half of deer hide that had been stashed away before the battle in preparation for the after math. Pyralis took the skin and laid it down before flopping down on top of it. She took the wine skin between her paws and used her teeth to pop the cork. Ahhhh the best medicine.

Úlfr limped along after the rest of the pirates, feeling pretty good all things considered. Galinn had flown off in search of healing herbs while Glámr flew off to their cache of ale. It was just one flask but that would do just fine for it had been brewed strong. Úlfr found a soft patch of clover and he settled down to rest and await the return of his companions. All in all he felt he'd done well. He'd toppled one of their warriors and it had taken three more of their warriors to bring him down. He was certain he'd made his mothers and his gods proud. Two dark shadows descended over him as the raven's returned. He eagerly pulled the ale to himself as he presented his wounds for Galinn to tend to.

Sparrow tended to herself by allowing more drink. The others were a little slow to bring up the rear, but Sparrow sent Friar and Pongolo off to reel them in. Pyralis seemed all grins and Sparrow was happy to see that the older woman hadn't grown feeble in her years. Ulfr, though more reserved, seemed happy enough. They all had their brews lined up and ready to go and no one seemed worse for wear- given the negative one on the headcount, but she assumed that the pack wouldn't risk all out war by murdering him or anything. "Alright, when we're healed up and skilled up, we'll go again. Where to next time? I was thinking Fireside for some weed, but I'll at least maybe give Tyr a heads up."

Balancing the wine skin between her paws Pyralis took an obnoxious guzzle before belching loudly. Ahhh… that was the stuff. She flopped down in the dirt, stretching out and soaking up the sun as she settled in for a nap. Or at least she would of before Sparrow mentioned the next target. Her ears perked up at the mention of Fireside. "Yesss, we should." She stretched out a hind leg and playfully kicked at Úlfr. "We were gonna test this boy's loyalties. Yea?" She winked and chuckled. "But we should get Art back for that, he won't want to miss a Fireside raid." Not to mention it was almost winter in Auster and the old woman was just fine delaying the island raid for warmer weather.

Úlfr scowled a bit at the mention of Fireside, though he knew it was bound to come up again. "Very well, but yes do give Tyrian a heads up. There have been several deaths in Fireside. Raiding mid-funeral is going to result in missing body parts." He had sworn his loyalty to the pirates and that was where it would lay apart from him burying his parents. Úlfr had no problem turning his fangs on his crew for any interruption or disrespect during such a hallowed ceremony. He would send his mothers to the hall of Valhalla with all the respect and glory they deserved. He took a hearty swig of ale before turning to Pyralis and aiming a belch directly at her.

A jovial Sunder shimmied rump first up to the fire and pulled a drink in close. He was quite pleased with himself. His opponent had been a spunky, good-natured young thing and honestly he was tempted to go and see if she’d give him a rematch. A spar, a race, whatever she wanted. He’d had a blast.

Sparrow mentioned raiding Fireside for weed and Sunder perked up. “I neva tried dat so my vote is yes - afta we get Awt back from naughty raida timeout.” He paused to sip at his drink and it was just long enough for his mind to wander back to the previous subject. “Did ya guys see my opponent? I tink I want a rematch.”

Hyacinth had been all but useless during the raid, sloshed to hell and back and now that he was away from it, bruised and sore he was even worse. He'd already started drinking again and he was hardly able to hold himself upright, so he didn't. He stumbled his way towards the group, getting close enough to be heard but then letting gravity pull him to the ground with all the grace of rocks tumbling down a cliffside, which was to say he had probably just given himself another bruise. He heard Sparrow speak, asking who they'd go after next but his brain slid off of the discussion. Mismatched eyes, glazed over, moved slowly through the congregation and a thought managed to surface through the porridge that was his thought process. "Hey!" He called out, trying to lift his head suddenly, too fast, too fast. He'd have to move slower if he didn't want to be sick all over the ground, and he didn't he was laying there, he had to move slower, or not at all, which was what he decided to do, instead talking a bit too loudly from the ground. "Anyone seen Artisan?" He managed to slur out the question. Art, his brother, one of the only ones he had left, even if they hadn't exactly gotten along as of late. Not that Hyacinth blamed Art, no, he was only in this state to drown out the guilt he felt over their brother's death, or rather murder, at Hyacinth's unwilling paws. "Speak" Think

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Pyralis seemed all up for the Fireside raid, and Sparrow was too. She wanted to give them a small heads up then wait just long enough for them to forget before she raided. "I also wanna go clothes shopping at the Forgotten Isles. Might be better to raid local before they start warning each other." She turned to the group, "Of course, no raiding till Artisan is back, otherwise it would be kinda lame if we cant watch him get his ass kicked."

Ulfr mentioned funerals and Sparrow perked, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," she commented, wondering who it would be. "We'll pour one out for them."

Sunder mentioned getting Art back and Sparrow nodded. He also mentioned wanting a rematch and Sparrow laughed, "Go get your rematch when you're healed up- just don't get kidnapped or I'm gonna run out of bribes."

Hya appeared and asked for art. Sparrow cast him a glance. It WAS his brother... but Sparrow wasn't sure how he'd take it. "Probably calling Artorias Daddy for a little while until I get some good seashells to pay him off."

To the rest of the group, Sparrow motioned, "Okay, heal up, drink up, get back on the grind. We raid when Artisan is back."