[It has been such a long night, it is morning. Only barely. Technically. The stained glass windows let in nothing but inky darkness, and in it there is a little bit of heartaching nostalgia for the dhampir. He loved nights like this. It was an excuse to stay out with--
--never mind. There's a lot of emotion to sit and sift through now, now that the basics of clean up are done. The donations have been gathered, counted thrice, and locked away until Alucard can squirrel them somewhere safer. Most of the trash has been bagged and swept off to the side, uneaten food was encouraged to be taken away by those departing, using a napkin or two to hold it all together.
There's just three bottles of wine, a bard, a dhampir, and the bard's toy gryphon left in the hall. Alucard can't speak for the other two, but he is spent. So much so that he simply walks over to the dais and flops down, bracing his back against one of the columns that supports the galleries above.]
Closed to Jaskier
--never mind. There's a lot of emotion to sit and sift through now, now that the basics of clean up are done. The donations have been gathered, counted thrice, and locked away until Alucard can squirrel them somewhere safer. Most of the trash has been bagged and swept off to the side, uneaten food was encouraged to be taken away by those departing, using a napkin or two to hold it all together.
There's just three bottles of wine, a bard, a dhampir, and the bard's toy gryphon left in the hall. Alucard can't speak for the other two, but he is spent. So much so that he simply walks over to the dais and flops down, bracing his back against one of the columns that supports the galleries above.]
Heading home soon?