Samara "I'm not gonna drink your stupid wine," Samara said, folding her arms and refusing to be moved, no matter how much fun the fairies seemed to be having. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. All that power and what do you do: play all day. Does the Darkness mean nothing to you people? And you..." she glared at Tyran. "You're not getting off the hook that easy. Before the night is done, I wanna see your head on this floor, or so help me God I'm going to --NO NORA, DON'T DRINK THE-- aww, dammit." Too late. Their teacher, their beacon of wisdom and reason, drank the juice and floated off to dance the night away. Samara's shoulders sank as all the tension fell from her and her armor vanished. "Why do I even bother?" she said, the words coming out in a long sigh. She could use her link spell to try to reel Nora back in, but... screw it. "Whatever. You guys deal with it," she said to no one in particular, before turning to Tyran. "You wouldn't happen to know a guy named 'Fenn,' would you? Help us find him... or her... or 'it' and I won't tell your king how much of a jerk you were back there."