"Ransom!" Cuthalion called and strode over to greet him. "It's been too long! You've missed quite a few...interesting things, but I'm sure you'll catch up soon. Would you care to join us in a drink?" Cuthalion gestured to where Maika sat, sipping her champange. Ransom raised an eyebrow and grinned, but before he could respond, Chicken tore past, clucking wildly. It seemed that he had had a bit too much to drink and had been inappropriate to one of the Wargs. Said Warg loped past snarling viciously as Chicken ran through the Hall, zig-zagging for all he was worth.
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