They were sitting on the trunk of the tree they cut down, just relaxing.
Kadrin got serious for a second "What do you guys want to do, where do you want to go?"
Maro admitted "I don't even know where we are, I kinda flew drunk… Gnarlo you recognize anything?"
"I mean I don't recognize anything… you flew pretty fast… but let's finish up our liquid breakfast… you fly up and we'll go to the closest road, travel until we reach a town, hit a brothel, do a quest for the guild, get some coin… rinse and repeat."
Maro flew high into the sky to only see… "Fuck Fuck Fuck!!!"
He flew back down in a hurry
"Pack up now, we have to run immediately, the fortress is right over that hill, we barely went anywhere!!" Maro was frantically laughing, his wings were too flashy anyone looking in the sky would have seen him
Kadrin started immediately scrambling trying to pack his alcohol… he hated his wife
"Pack light, one weapon and as much alcohol as you can carry. Maro get those wings ready, fly us far away right now" he was a nervous wreck
Gnarlo had his pants down "Wait for me! I need to pee quick"
"Leave him, we'll pour a drink out for him Maro, grab me and fly! I hate my bitch wife, please fly" Kadrin was jumping up Maro
Maro was also trying to pack his stuff at the same time, he managed to grab a 2h battle axe and a sack of liquor while Kadrin was trying to jump on his back.
Gnarlo was running around with his pants down, prioritizing his drinks first.
Maro was too unbalanced to take off, Kadrin was holding on to his back for dear life.
Maro took off for a running start and grabbed Gnarlo before he pulled his pants up and started flapping his holy wings
They were panicking for no real reason, but the last couple months put a fear into them that shook them to their core… just the mention of a public court hearing and Gnarlo would try to kill himself.
They finally took off and flew leaving a slew of weapons behind.
The idiots took off south… towards the great and only desert on the continent… while having no food and not having had a drop of water for the last couple days…
They flew in joy and bliss for what felt like hours, trying to make up for the last months of having to limit their drinking, they were going through their supply fast.
Their reasoning was that the more they drank, they could ditch the wine skins and bottles which meant less weight, which meant they could fly further, which meant no rules and responsibilities and further drinking.
Maro had Gnarlo in one hand and Kadrin was still on his back… somehow each man was okay with the situation as long as they had their drink.
"Uh Oh" Gnarlo went
"I dropped a bottle of whiskey…"
Kadrin drunkenly panicked "Drop the Gnome, save the Bottle, he's light he won't die falling… NOW before it breaks"
Maro, als drunk as hell, started dive bombing with both men flapping in the wind… drunk and ballsy he pushed his wings to the maximum and grabbed the bottle mid air.
It was too late… they were 50 meters off the ground and using his last couple of functioning brain cells…
"Sorry Gnarlo" as he let go of his dear friend to bring the bottle to his chest and brace for impact
Gnarlo had a split second and all he did was salute the bottle of Whiskey as he started drifting off to his free fall.
To the drunks all of this was slow motion, but the resulting crash blew up a cloud of sand 20 meters into the air.
After the sand settled, the boys weren't really injured but just decided to go to sleep again. They had escaped the great evil again…