*Paragon wanders into the bar muttering to herself dreamily*
Ah, Michel. Gâteau d'anniversaire et tu - la combinaison parfaite. Tu es adorable, mon amour ...
*She looks around at the after-party mess, recalling among others things that The Dame showed up briefly (sorry I missed ya, Dame) and that IR and Alistair left at the same time

That was some party

Oh well, better help Cabot clear up this ........ WOAH ..
*She slips on something slimey, falls flat on back and is winded*
OOF! What the?
*peers at hands closely*
Nug grease, huh? Oh yeah! After party nug slaughter, today doesn't get any better than this!!
*unsheaths sword and leaps into a mass of nugs snacking on left over party food*
Yee Haw!!