[ @oxthsworn ]
The tourney had ended in utter disaster. Nothing had gone well for him. Florencio lost his match, in such an embarrassingly quick manner, and had hurt himself. He landed on his arm and bruised it. Then shortly after came the manticores, now Florencio had never seen one these beasts prior to his time at the tourney, so he wasn’t equipped to handle the panic.
He had somehow managed to get out alive, but had sustained a sprain in his already bruised arm. He was grouchy and in pain when he was being tended to, enough so that he was handed several pain potions, and had found some leftover wine to down with it.
The mix of said elixirs and spirits had left him in an...inebriated state, to say the least, so when his escort came to bring him home, he was not his usual self.
“Hellooooo, pretty,” he said, laughing up at the man, he looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place it. “Come to take me home?”
He raised a brow, taking in his form, he had nice shoulders, and from what he could see an ample chest. He hummed, wanting to be wrapped in his embrace. “You’re going to have to carry me, you look strong enough.”
