Galowyn makes his way toward the table where his friends resided, tankard in hand. He was dressed handsomely in his father's graduation gift, and was getting quite a bit of favorable attention in the masterwork armor. His face was blushed red in comparison to his pale skin and ashen blonde hair. His ears felt not quite right, his equilibrium down the drain as his last three or six drinks had went down the hatch. Galowyn had a hard time counting while celebrating. He finishes his drink and arrives at the table as the young barmaid arrived with Tarkus's round of drinks. "Cheers Tarkus, my generous friend, the day is ours!" he shouts and receives echoed hurrahs from the crowd, much to the young elf's pleasure." See? I tell no lies!" he goes on, the ale and the rare chance to relax from his intense training clearly coloring his actions. In a further display of excess he plants a steamy kiss upon the barmaid before choosing a tankard from her tray and plopping down in a seat beside his dwarven friend. Galowyn waves kindly to the blushing bar maid who had began to make her way back to the kitchen. " Damn fine performance you had there Kroonin. Moving, sincerely." he claps the dwarf on the back and turns his attention to Magus and his hardly touched drinks." Come Magus, there will be time for your studies and discipline but tonight isn't the time, nor shall the morning be, lest you have a hangover cure in that weighty tome of yours. Drink my friend! Well clip my ears and call me a pig farmer, is that Umnir? Goodness friend I haven't seen you since we were children, what a celebration this is. Cheers!" With that rambling concluded he raises his tankard again waiting a moment for the satisfying clank from his peers before taking a healthy gulp of his ale.
retired until further notice.