Noah staggered under Arlo's weight as he passed through the academy gates, forcing a grin onto his face.
The guards at the entrance frowned, their eyes flicking between him and the limp student slung over his shoulder.
"He's fine." Noah said quickly, adjusting his grip before Arlo slid further down. "Just… had a little too much to drink." He even threw in a chuckle for good measure.
One of the guards raised an eyebrow. "Drunk?"
"Yeah," Noah said with a shrug. "You know how some people are when they think they're invincible. One too many pints and… well…" He gestured vaguely toward Arlo's head, as if that explained everything.
The guards exchanged a glance, clearly not buying it, but neither looked eager to press the matter.
Especially when the students could either be nobles or commoners. Either way, it wasn't worth the effort.
With a muttered warning about 'keeping trouble out of the gates,' they waved him through.
