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With the politicking done Lucian moved towards the floor and began to drink his fair share of wine. While the precious liquid did not taste as well as it did at home Lucian was more than enjoying the taste of it upon his pallet after the third drink.
There was a few folks who Lucian could not really remembering welcoming him into their little groups. As the man of the Knight was traveling from group to group talking and hanging out with people thanking them for attending the celebration. This had quickly devolved into drunken revelry as the Knights began singing in off pitch tongues in praises of glorious deeds in the past as well as the present.
It was when the singing started did the dancing kick off. The Nobles of Bretonnia laughed and moved as if the devils of chaos had lit the floor aflame. Others had drunken wrestling matches as they wore their decorated but still protective armor upon their persons.
There was even one who slammed in the head of another a wine bottle. This was returned by the inflicted by sending a full bottle of wine into the helmeted face of the fool who started the fight. Within seconds the brawl between Knights have started with only a Knight of a Duke’s Court coming forward to separate the two wine drenched warriors.
Lucian still felt among the warriors a distance between them. Many, even those who might have admired him, still felt that he was in some way a peasant.
It would take time and great deeds Lucian realized to move the vision people had of him, the upstart Peasant who with only luck became a Knight, to one who deserved the gracious honor of it.
He possibly gained a title though, the Bottomless, for how much he had drank. Only Adok had raked up as many casualties among the Knights as he had when fools would challenge the Knight to drink. The night ended when the two friends simply began ending drunken knight after drunken knight with firm livers.
