Masks 2

Ezren was EXTREMELY jealous of the magic coke that one guy was huffing. He paused briefly, not because of the awesome boiling blood spray, or the banter, not to check on Cadence, but to see if he could spot any more on the guy and figure out if it'd be worth asking.

But then he was somewhere under the tree.

"... Damn it..."

Probably not worth it anyway. He didn't seem the type to share. Ah well, he gave Cadence a little pat on the head since she was, ehh, ok enough, and snipped the hedge shears shut, the whole thing reforming into a comically large axe. Peering around at the frankly awkward living contents of the room, he whistled, "Damn, a 13th-century Mongolian lance? I thought you were all gonna be squares I was putting up with for better tree fights, but it turns out you all know how to party. Invite me to the next one!"

Delighted, he shuffled around to be somewhere between Cadence and Orla since they both seemed to be.... a bit preoccupied with their own Things. Then, hefting the axe over his shoulder, he charged! Time to hack down some Radkas!