🎀 Wisteria 🎀

A slightly ajar door, as if inviting outsiders to visit the headquarters. A human hand sticking out from behind the door, bent at an unnatural angle. This sight, which Lindernia encountered as she approached the headquarters, made the sorceress wary. Could it be that the worst predictions were coming true, and the guards had decided to raid the "Griffins"? Placing her hand on the hilt of her sword, the moenian cautiously approached, and then a strong smell of alcohol hit her nose. Clearly, it wasn't the guards. Slightly quickening her pace, Lindernia approached the owner of the hand to examine him more closely – it turned out to be a dead-drunk man, whose face the girl didn't recognize. Peeking inside the room, she found another dozen similar strangers, some of whom were peacefully snoring, while others were mumbling something unintelligibly to themselves. Some of them were sleeping with a bottle in their arms, some were lying on top of each other with their pants down, and in one, judging by the pose, a circus acrobat was dying. While the main members of the "Griffins" were away, "someone" decided to have a drinking party at their base. And it wasn't hard to guess the identity of this "someone" – only Meido would have the brains to come up with such a stupid idea. And only because the "Golden Griffins" base was located in Lower Clematis did the drunken orgy of the ascetic not attract the attention of the guards. Without a doubt, if they had lived in a more prosperous area, such an adventure would have been nipped in the bud. It remained to be hoped that after today, Valdemar and Raphael would finally realize that the shengkai had no place in their ranks. He was becoming more and more brazen, and there was no doubt that his next escapade would far surpass the events of today. No matter how vile and disgusting those human scum were, whom she and her comrades had to carry out, the sorceress could not fully blame them – they were probably convinced that this was the home of Meido, who allowed them to indulge as much as they pleased. They were still the repulsive dregs of society, however. Alm didn't add to the fun either, as if he had decided to shout to the whole district, "This is where the cruel thugs live – it's better not to mess with us!", breaking one of the drunkards' arm. Perhaps, of all the days spent in Clematis, this one was the most exhausting. But the work for today was not yet finished – now she still had to take a closer look at her room, and then help the others bring the headquarters into a more or less acceptable state.