Misha was arranging a garden party for the following afternoon at the Long Fang Valley Manor, promising good food and like-minded company. Cain wasn't sure what they all had in common, but a brunch for fifty was well within the capabilities of the Kitchen staff.
The actual number would be a bit higher, as several Guild members, including Kone and Lickity, were at the Manor when they returned, enjoying the natural surroundings, but that is always expected. Everyone loves a good party.
Cain woke up to the warmth of Misha on his arm and the familiar pink hair of Cyrene looking down at him. She had clearly been there a while, waiting for him to wake up.
"Are you sure you're alright with being a Lamia? If it's causing trouble for you, I can change you again." Cain offers, petting her head while she gathers her thoughts.
"I like things better this way. I know I'm a little odd, but I swear I will be your best Lamia ever." Cyrene insists, making Cain smile and ruffle her hair.
