"Nico! I'm glad you're safe...I guess the Gods weren't commanding us to battle after all, though I wonder...is it possible that his all some plot that is still in motion? Or a misdirection..." His gaze flitted to Aoibheann. He had learned a lot from that one about cunning and scheming. He supposed he had odd sort of respect for her abilities, after all. And he couldn't relax until the bosses sister was safe. Completely safe. Like behind a six feet stone wall safe.
The pounding in his head was lessening-there were some benefits to living a clean life, and a quicker recovery was one of them-and he now engaged his mind, which could be methodical when he wasn't caught in the rush of strong emotion. It was then he tended to become distracted and tended to fall back on his church trained discipline.
"If we were meant to be rendered unconscious here, then someone may be on their way right now. Or we were meant to be kept here while something else took place. Something we wouldn't be able to affect the outcome of." He fingers played with the knot on his cloak, something he did when thinking hard.
"Yeah, my boots are missing too...."
Nico mutters as she looks for a can of what they were drinking on the floor. Indeed, all of the cans seem to be "Tauriner" and "Staminan" brand energy drinks; sweet and definitely capable of delivering energy, but almost certainly non-alcoholic.
Xerxe gave the cans a severe, judgemental glare. While not prone to alcohol, he had a definite sweet tooth, and Staminan was a sinful vice of his. He usually had a hard time turning one down when among friends. Truly the scoundrels had chosen well, seeking to incapacitate the most faithful Wharf Warrior first-Xerxe.
"As much I don't like to rouse the Warriors without need...I think we should head back to wharf." He offered.
"Once we've found all our things anyway. I for one am wearing a different pair of boots than I had on last night. They seem a little big for me.
Can everyone check their feet?"At least he still had his lucky rainbow socks on.