"Kinswoman! I received your summons! What dire happenings have occurred???" Gherwina stops short at the famed Boar's threshold narrowly avoiding stepping in a pool of spilled mead. Changing direction, she moves to the right and puts her foot on something hard and lumpy - which emits a pained "Oof!" then promptly returns to silence.

"Oh." Spying Andabairhta at the other end of the room swinging a besom with mighty strokes (thanks to her renowned "Arms of Steel with 30 Axe-Swings a Day" program) and launching bodies into the air with each pass.

"Um, Anda hon..." Gherwina glances at those lying on the floor - some groaning, some crawling, and some still as death, "...how about going and taking a bath first??? As much as we all adore our Lord, there IS a limit to one's devotion. And having a walking 'Ode to Thiu' exalting our venerable one's bodily functions is it!"