With a heavy sigh, Volstagg downed the rest of the amber liquid of what he assumed (he had lost count ages ago) was his 42nd pint. To put it simply, he was lamenting; he had not seen any of his friends in some time, including his fellow Warrior's Three. In truth, Volstagg had no idea as to their location, and he was sure they were having plenty of fun without him. Sitting in a pub was the only thing that gave him any form of entertainment or comfort without them, as little as it was.

((OOC: I'm sorry I haven't been on in a long while. I'm going into full hiatus mode as of now until the first week of May due to finals. Stay safe, everyone, and don't miss me too much!))