It's about then that Alaric comes around a corner, carrying a tray with four large disposable cups and a pile of some sort of crispy baked deserts. He's not sure what they even are, but the smelled delicious. That was pretty much the main factor in his choice of caffeinated beverages, too. He'd gotten four, one to put a crushed sleepy pill in and three for himself. He's been carefully keeping track of which was which, because falling asleep would be unhelpful. He'd grabbed the sober-ups Sasha had mentioned too, but who knew how any of that would actually work.

"Ah, Avrayen, there you are. Sasha said you might need some company," he says cheerfully. Then he notices Sulen and his smile slowly droops. "Uh... hi? Here for the same reason?"