The Svefra had not a care in the world, stuck in the loop of singing the easy lyrics of the Drunken Sailor with a bar of drunken idiots like him. He ignored the going ons of the fight, quite uncaring about the state of affairs. Even with Adney knocked out, Kel was there. That was enough to ensure the younger Tempest's safety. But, moreover, it was an assurance that whatever bastard had knocked him out (there were, after all, three of them. Triplets?) was going to get his comeuppance at the hands of Kel, who he knew to be an experienced fighter who asked questions after impaling his foe.
The Svefra closed his eyes, parting his lips for the last few stanzas of the song, which at the point, the majority of the bar was singing. Laughter bubbled from Tydus' lips as he sang out, off-tune once again, though the rest of the drunken bastards were, as well. To him, it sounded like an orchestra of pigs squealing about, but he'd not trade it for anything in the world with the exception of sex,
"That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
That's what we do with a drunken sailor
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Way hay and up she rises
Early in the morning!"
At the end of the song, the Svefra found that he was being surrounded by three Akalaks with identical faces, though as all three reached forward to grab him, the Tempest scion felt merely one pair of hands. He was hoisted to his feet, held his his shoulders, turned around so that his back was to the Akalak before he was roughly pushed forward. The Svefra stumbled wildly with the motion, about to fall over on his face before the back of his tunic was pulled. The fabric pressed into the Svefra's throat, causing him to choke on his own breath for a moment before his posture was righted.
One last heave through the Svefra out of the door, Tydus stumbled forward, tripping upon his own feet. As he crashed into the ground, pain present, yet dull, in his right shoulder, he shifted his weight so that he rested on his back, exploding with laughter. He heard a voice speaking out in Fratava, a corruption of the language if he ever heard it, accented and gruffer than need be, but Tydus didn't care. Someone who spoke Fratava was automatically treated better than someone who didn't. He listened to the man's words, nodding as best as he was able before he constricted his abdomen, bringing himself back to a seated posture before he tilted his head at the normal speaking.
There was only one of him now. He was about to ask where his brothers went, but he decided that he didn't care. "That sounds like a plan to me, friend. As long as you're buying the drinks." He chuckled aloud, the words in Fratava no longer slurred, for the impact and roaring laughter had brought him back, to an extent at least, back to reality.
The Tempest scion forced himself to his feet, both hands pressed to the ground as he managed to get himself onto his feet. His calves brought him to a standing posture, the Svefra's body swaying gently in the evening breeze as he looked around to his podmates. Darkness cloaked them, to a large extent, from his full field of vision, and though the Svefra saw that Kel was conscious and in working order, he had no idea as to what his podbrother's fate was, "Adney, you little bastard, haha! Are you alright?"
