Welp, here's hoping this peaceful moment last. Don't expect it to.
And this was why he moved his target between him and the others. When the paint flew towards him, Belril tried to duck to be fully hidden by the target's size and use it as a shield. "Is the Warden drunk," he questioned more to himself than anyone else, a bit of worry on his face before daring to peek back around it to behold the mess that was spreading. "Looks like almost...hm?"
It crossed his mind, based on what he did know about the medical arts he had tried to learn, that there was a pretty-distinct nonzero chance that he and maybe one other, were the only ones not drunk. He glanced towards the one he saw wasn't acting with any form of drunkeness, wondering if she was an Ascended, before backing up with the target in hand. "...I'm starting to think I owe her a few apologies for being a pain growing up," he muttered to himself as he thought back to some of the past incidents he caused growing up while in the orphanage, focusing more on hiding from the flying paint and being ready to attempt to cure drunken headaches that may form than get himself involved in the paint-flinging just yet...
Belril's using his target to shield himself from flying paint and readying up to try to cure whatever alcohol-induced headaches begin to form. He ain't even bothering trying to paint it further right now, not until the paint stops going airborne.
It crossed his mind, based on what he did know about the medical arts he had tried to learn, that there was a pretty-distinct nonzero chance that he and maybe one other, were the only ones not drunk. He glanced towards the one he saw wasn't acting with any form of drunkeness, wondering if she was an Ascended, before backing up with the target in hand. "...I'm starting to think I owe her a few apologies for being a pain growing up," he muttered to himself as he thought back to some of the past incidents he caused growing up while in the orphanage, focusing more on hiding from the flying paint and being ready to attempt to cure drunken headaches that may form than get himself involved in the paint-flinging just yet...
Belril's using his target to shield himself from flying paint and readying up to try to cure whatever alcohol-induced headaches begin to form. He ain't even bothering trying to paint it further right now, not until the paint stops going airborne.
BELRIL
