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-- Yeah, go get some more. Come on, hurry up, I'm getting thirsty! -- Mirastir confidently and firmly, but gently, pushed the troublemaker towards the exit. Then he surveyed the room for the instigator.

-How sad it is, - Viola shook her head - people voluntarily bring themselves to a terrible state and ruin their health. We need to help these unfortunate people. We need to give them coffee, but where will we get it in such quantities...

-- Let them pray to their beastly gods to give them... coffee.

-- Let them pray to their crude gods to give them... coffee.

-Mirastir, why do you say such mean things... even if they live in delusion, it doesn't mean we should treat them with contempt...

- Nothing invigorates you in the morning better than a good kick in the rear, - said the Knight and began to usher people out of the house in the best way possible.

“Well, that was a great trip!” Zerek said happily on the way home. “And the wine that guy had was just amazing. You all should have come.” “I’d rather not drink that stuff again. Tomorrow, I guess the horses will be moving.” Ilensiya remarked. “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that,” the former bandit waved his hand, approaching the headquarters building. “Wow, what’s with this party without us?” Zerek was surprised as he crossed the base threshold. “What the hell are you doing here?!” Ilensiya reached for the hilt of her sword. “Darbon, my friend!” the adventurer noticed the old man sitting in the corner. “How are you?” “Uh… I…,” the wizard mumbled incoherently. “Come on, let’s get you to a room,” Zerek carefully helped Darbon to his feet. “So, what the hell is going on here?” Ilensiya’s question remained unanswered. “Wake up!” The knight kicked those who could stand on their feet as she passed by. “Out, quickly.”

-Mirastir, why do you say such mean things... even if they are misguided, that doesn't mean we should treat them with contempt...

-- I'm not treating them with contempt. I'm showing respect for our home and for the statue of Arteria, which stands right here and looks down on this debauchery. But they don't – they've become like animals – this was stated as a fact, not as an insult or anything else. Of course, it was clear that Mirastir was angry, but he didn't resort to extreme emotions, spitting, and so on, still maintaining a touch of elegance even in this situation.
/Ar, connect the skeleton./

Viola, realizing that her comrades did not share Arteria's ideals, also began to help them drive out the drunkards, but she did so much more gently – first, she gently shook those who were sleeping soundly, politely asked them to go home, and also helped them get up and reach the doorstep.

- I don't know what's going on here, but Rish, Alm – get rid of all this crap right now. And don't hold back.

Mirastir, if it comes to that, also acts relatively gently. He knows how to deal with people, and therefore he also knows how not to deal with them, that is, how to remove them from the premises without causing harm. He picks them up, carefully carries them out, and puts them outside on the grass, for example. He sprinkles sleeping people with water and authoritatively tells them to leave, using the advantage of his intimidating beauty.
But this is only if he doesn't encounter Meido. Because it's obvious that he should start with the one who brought all this crowd, and then the crowd won't last long.

Just a reminder that you have an important meeting tomorrow morning. Or rather, not you, but a representative of your organization. So now is the time to decide what to do, both in terms of role-playing and in terms of the actual task.[COLOR]

Heading to classes.

Iv helps his comrades escort the unwanted guests out. Those who can walk are kicked out, those who can't are dragged or carried out.

After some time, all the unwanted guests found themselves outside... Or rather, on the doorstep of the griffin's house. Whether by accident or not, Alm broke one of the troublemakers' arm, which caused the residents of this area to enjoy the melody of piercing pain.
Meido Mirastir cannot be found anywhere.

When Viola heard the cries of pain, she immediately rushed to help the injured man and tried to provide him with first aid without using a first-aid kit.

“What do you care about this junk?” Alm wondered. “One more, one less – it doesn’t make much difference.”

- What the hell was going on here? - Raphael asked, grabbing one of the semi-conscious bodies by the chest.

-The goddess loves us all equally - Viola's eyes filled with tears at the indifference of her companions - and therefore, we must love each other too - with these words, she continued to provide first aid.

The gladiator waved his hand dismissively at Alma's remark. -- Well, you! Viola is doing everything right; we don't need any more problems because of physical altercations. Uuuuuuuh!! Okay... Without further words, the airisufirec heads to the basement for mops and buckets and begins cleaning.