With a gentle shake of his head back and forth, he cast away the pain and momentary disorientation. "Weird," he uttered and stepped outside into the courtyard of the guildhall. The ruckus sounds of the party bleed through the walls and put a soft smile on his face. He was still glad to be a part of the guild and happy to hear the jubilation throughout. But his path was veering away from the responsibilities of leadership.
"You'll do well Judith," he said and leaned against the wall, enjoying the swaying of the thin trees in the midsummer breeze.