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If there were festivities, and he didn't happen to have duties of some kind, Herg'r was all over them from start to finish. Provided he didn't slump over snoring somewhere, or take the party elsewhere. Regardless, it still counted. Tonight, he wasn't quite to either point just yet, but he'd been at it long enough that he'd definitely lost count of his drinks.

But really, outside of effects of things like reaction time and coordination, there was very little difference between sober Herg'r and drunk Herg'r. It wasn't like he could get any more boisterous or friendly than he already was. He'd happily laugh and wrestle with his wingmates in whatever state he was in.

It was late enough in the evening that that state was decidedly disheveled, but it worked for him, more or less. He'd long since lost the tie that had been keeping his hair tamed, and there was wine on his shirt, but it was Turn's End. Even if it hadn't been, he wouldn't have cared. He was entirely too relaxed a man to be vain.

So not a thought was spared about his appearance when he caught sight of a very familiar face...but not one who often turned up to parties! He excused himself from his present company with some parting backslaps and made his way toward Mailse with an enthusiastic wave (as though he was easy to miss). "Let you out, did they? About time!"

The large man rumbled up a deep chuckle at that response, equal parts fond and exceedingly proud of all of those tots, even the ones he hadn't had a role in producing. Any little who wanted to climb on him or Hyglath was just as welcome as any others, whether they were tiny blonde barbarians in the making or not. Shove one into his arms and he would very happily carry it around all day, regardless of whose it was. Shards, someone could insist that a babe was his even if it very obviously was not, and he would be perfectly content to decide that it was anyway. "Not keeping you quite busy enough, are they? Maybe I'll have to teach a few of them to be a bit more nocturnal."

The bronzerider gave a dismissive way with one large hand. "Hardly! Only the best of the best are left standing this late, so you've only missed the crowd. The fun stayed." And its name was Herg'r. When she'd finished fussing at his shirt - which he had no objection to at all - he held out his arm. "I'm willing to bet there's even wine to be found still. Maybe even a bubblypie or two."