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Daemyn Taraias (ferretheir) wrote in watchers_rp,

Daemyn shrugged at the idea of his parents dying and leaving him poor. He was a Taraias, did she not know that they were a very rich family? They had a thriving ferret population that contributed quite well to that as Amadeo seemed to enjoy reminding him. "Yes, yes, yes alright." Daemyn flapped his hand a little as he sat in the nearest chair, his head spinning slightly on the way down. Had he grown taller or the chairs closer to the ground? Or was he truly just that far gone? Daemyn did hope he'd remember this night because he was almost positive at this point that it was the most drunk he had ever been. That might be a defining moment in a man's life for all he knew. It would doubtlessly mark the worst hangover he ever had.

He truly didn't know how Janna managed it.

He did tip his head, curious, when Delyth remarked about Amadeo's hearing. "Only if you count how well his ears ring after he's been hit about the head when he doesn't get his sword up," Daemyn snorted, words unkind and untrue. For all that he was better than his brother with the lance, he knew Amadeo was better with the sword. It was why he disdained it so much. Another shrug came at the information of where Janna likely was. She was a woman grown who could take care of herself, it surely wasn't his job. "Only Janna's should burn better." Wine-soaked skin would see to that.

Grinning when he got a water, Daemyn lifted the glass towards Delyth, sloshing a bit on his arm in the process. "To your health, Lady Delyth, though as I see it you seem to be in perfect health with little need of encouragement."