Arad's eyes slowly darted around the room. He finally sighed and looked at Claug, "End of day or not… how come Lunara is drunk?" He could smell something odd from the beer, and that odd thing smelled like a certain green drakaina that was sitting right beside him.
"She never got drunk since she became a Demon Lord. So when she found out that I could reduce her resistance and allow her to get drunk… You can see the result." Behind them, Lunara was armwrestling Zephyr, who was strangely winning.
Arad reached forward and knocked on Merlin's head. "Wake up, are you asleep?"
Merlin didn't smell of beer and alcohol like everyone else, but she seemed to be low on mana. Even in her fight with him, she never seemed to run out. What would be draining her to this point? Arad had no idea.
Merlin slowly lifted her head with a pained groan; The migraine assaulting her head was slowly growing weaker, but she couldn't rest yet. "Who… ARAD!" She immediately gasped.
