Panel 1: Corva has her hand cupped around her mouth to direct her voice in the general direction of the sword.
Corva: Corva, you’re drunk.

Panel 2: Dorian is groaning and facepalming.

Panel 3:
That one dude Tod: Ah, he’s a prude.

Panel 4: Corva is yawning and stretching.
Corva: He’s wrong about the drunk! Should probably get to bed, though. G’night, you two!

Panel 5: Corva has stood and is exchanging farewell waves with that one dude Tod and Dorian.
Dorian: See you tomorrow!
That one dude Tod: Hope the sword doesn’t talk all night!
Corva: I’ll melt him down if he does!