[Demonic Royalty]

Michalson's injured leg doesn't normally bother him too much. He's learnt how to deal with it and he gets where he's going when he needs to. This doesn't help him much when a drunk person hugs him out of nowhere, though.

"Wha- aaaaah!" The half-elf is sent sprawling into the snow and utters a string of curses. "By a Balor's [censored], lady, the party just started and you're this bubbed?"