Being the curious sort, Richie chooses to investigate the clearing. He instantly doesn't like it. It's too much of a party, too much of a gathering, and holds too many decorations that signify an artificial happiness.

Of course this was the result of one of the gods. They're never content to leave things alone, and their interference has never let to anything welcome.

Richie walks along the drink table, wrinkling his nose and touching the glass with his fingertips. The distaste turns into a deep frown and he opens his palm wide, shoving the drinks onto the floor and shattering the shot glasses upon impact.