Eleven nodded. "Most of them. That's good. I like half of mine. Discovery relies too much on Osmarius sigils though..."

He drank more as they wandered the festival- talking about their classes and complaining about them in turn. He enthused about Intimation and Religion, drawing loose parallels from Raida to Yggdrasil in a self-directed ramble only to be distracted by different displays of magic and leave various threads of conversation unfinished.

But it was a good-natured and moderately giggly teenager that found himself stumbling into Hendrik more and more until he gave up on walking unassisted entirely.

"This's nice," he declared, leaning against Hendrik and words slurring a bit. His mind was pleasantly nowhere in particular. "Need t' do more often."