A look out to the conclave grounds showed few Veela moving about. Most of those who looked functional, were gathering supplies and heading towards the elevator that led to the tournament grounds on the top of the basin. Funny enough, there were a few Veela who didn’t quite make it to their homes or rooms as they were face down in the grass or an arm was hanging over a platform. A Veela would come by and rouse the hungover Veela, causing an audible groan even from this distance. 