"Oh, I'm just fiiiiii-- Hic! Just fiiiine!" Chestnut finished his current drink and was about to reach for another before swaying on all fours unsteadily, commenting in a slurred voice. "I be hasin' so much frun nows, thiz drinky contestsh iz really sumpthin'." Before he passed out on the forest floor, snoozing away his cares in the land of drunken stupor.
And with Chestnut down for the count, along with many of the dwarves and other party-goers, namely a few half-elves, that left Silmeria to stand there by herself as she pretended to get drunk.
The wood nymph was still in the tent with her two lovers as they were still going at it. Currently she was giving the satyr an oral treatment, while the wood elf did his own erotic magic behind Gwil. Some of the other nymphs and their lovers had already emerged from tents having finished their fun, but by no means all. Gwilwilethneth thought the tents to be completely unnecessary, ready to make love right out in the open if she could as she's done so plenty of times before. However, the arch-druid of the woods had set firm rules down and so the tents were put in place so as not to distract others who had different plans in mind.
Said arch-druid was also present at the festivities now, several nymphs heralding him with flowers and air kisses his way as he came in to check on how everything was proceeding. He smiled, goat-like horns curled about his head and made to go over to the refreshments table after first talking with the musicians about a certain piece they should play. Pretty soon, a joyful tune about life and nature in full bloom graced the ears of all those presently enjoying the celebration. A celebration that would likely last for several days at this rate. The arch-druid was counting on it, as such a grand gathering was meant to be enjoyed to its very last and final conclusive moments...
