A few more drinks, and they spilled into the busy road. Ezra followed them like a responsible chaperone. He checked a nearby clock set outside one of the busy Ferin shops.
Ezra narrowed his eyes. Tomorrow was to be the start of their greatest challenge yet.
"Almost nine-thirty. We should get some rest."
Rav and Oberyn looked first to each other, and then both turned simultaneously to Ezra.
"Whaat? The night is young!" Rav cried.
"We can stay a little longer," Oberyn slurred.
Rav cracked his fan and struck a dramatic pose in the middle of the street. "I am the great Sage of Clouds! And I think we should go dancing at the Trinity! They love me there! I'm a celebrity!"
"Absolutely not," Ezra groaned. He'd decided long ago that he wouldn't be doing any 'dancing' - not only was it not his vibe, but he didn't feel fully comfortable in a Ferin culture that was not much welcoming to humans.
"Sure," Oberyn said.
