The sun crept its way through the window and the strong ray struck the man's face where he was lying sprawled out on the bear rug that decorated the floor. He groaned in annoyance and at first tried to waft the beam of light away but with little luck, instead rolling himself onto the side only to find rough fur slip up into his nostrils. The man snorted and mumbled, brushing the fur away only to find it springing back up to tickle his face.
Ugggggh... Get out of my face. What is this even?
His eyes slowly opened and drowsily he looked around, brows lifting and confusion finding him as the space around him was unfamiliar.
This isn't my room... Where am I?
He lifted his head to have a better look around, listening to the nearby snoring from the bed where the pair from last night still slept. He smacked his lips and grimaced at the bitter and sour mix in his mouth.
The White Wolf, now I remember. Baldvin better still be wearing clothes, not going to help him out if he gets a pair of Watchmen chasing him out of town for getting busy with Corrinne. Brothers who are Watchmen as well, not a good mix. He's on his own with that one.
He sat up slowly and groaned at the pain that throbbed in his head
Owww... My head. Why? Why do I continue to do this? At least it isn't as bad at the last one. I wonder if this place has coffee... Coffee would do well about now but that means I have to get up and that means I have to walk down the stairs. I guess I have to get up sometime but not right this moment.
Turning around on the rug he let himself fall back again, his arm falling over his eyes to engulf his visual senses into darkness while he rested a little longer though unable to find further sleep.
At least last night was worth it. How often does a man get a chance to feel like a king? Two women, one on each leg, and one even bringing wine to my lips so I could have a sip. I should bring grapes next time, grow a king's belly and maybe get a crown. Sure Baldvin's face will be green then. The look on his face is something I won't forget. Trying to overfill my mug so that I would spill didn't go as planned for him, I won't be letting him live that down for awhile. Granted he did best me with that trick of pretending to slip into the bed with Corrinne. Should have thought of it myself, could have had a warm body to wake up next to.
For a short while he listened to the pair on the nearby bed and slowly his arm was dragged away, chuckling quietly to himself.
Sure the woman had some fun being carried up between the two of us, one way to make a woman feel like a queen. She at least had a good laugh when she was tossed onto the bed. Too bad that the seamstress didn't see that! She'd rethink her judgment of me then! Thinking we lure women into dark rooms for some ill intent. I swear, you'd think we'd have told her to come with us into some dark alleyway while trying to bind and gag her. I guess the simple common rooms in the back of the tavern are now dark, scary rooms. It was entertaining none of the less to listen to her. Poor, foolish woman probably thinking herself so clever to know my face under my other one while it is not as if I try to hide it. What was her name again? ...Sareva I think
Interesting how people here seem completely ignorant of entertainers, you'd think they have never seen them before in their entire life. Maybe they haven't. Would at least explain why they compare us to some thieves and murderers, look at us with suspicion and one even acted like we were in some strange cult or something!
He scoffed at the thought and shook his head, lazily dragging a hand down his face while slowly waking up.
Sareva... Sareva... Kind of sounds like Seaver, wonder if the two are related somehow. Shame the good tavern keep joined us so late. Might have been fun to see if I could turn him and the other one, Eordion, as green as I did Baldvin.
Sairona on one leg Neyaa on the other and even Corrinne sat near me. Wonder if that is how the eastern chiefs and kings feel. Surrounded by beautiful women and served hand and foot, don't even have to drink or feed themselves. At least I got a taste of such a life with Silver, not allowing me to grow thirsty while she claimed my lap. She got rather greedy by the end of the evening, taking up the entire space probably to make sure that she didn't have to share with Neyaa again or if Corrinne would be tempted.
The man chuckled to himself and slowly pulled himself up to sit, looking around the room again while forcing his eyes to keep open.
Pity that Gafford left so early. Starting to wonder if the blacksmith is trying to avoid me. Did I say something last time? Don't think I did. I'll have to ask him. Need to find that woman Rosybell again as well. Seems like a decent enough woman, seeing her again the other night was pretty nice. Who was in my company then? My good brother, of course, Astboth, Adrie, Leoffrith and... Ah! Of course, my dear Haritha. Can't forget her. What an evening we ended up having! Yes, yes. I recall it now. We went to the back rooms to find some chairs to sit on then we started talking and we talked more. What did we talk about? Something about family and dancing. Has to be something about dancing since why else would we have ended up dancing there? I remember her laughing, I remember singing. Yes, we did have some good fun that night. Wonder if she's gone to that festival yet.
He furrowed his brows in thought and looked around one final time.
I wonder if those things about the Barleycorns are true.
Finally he pushed himself to stand and an awkward stumble made towards the door.
Coffee... I need coffee. Please let them have coffee here.... Still need to find my hat. I know Baldvin is keeping it hostage somewhere. Who else would be jealous enough to take it?
Maybe I'll give him another chance when we escort Corrinne back to the farm and if he doesn't give up my hat then I'll... Do something. That reminds me, still have to figure out what we are going to tell her family. Wolves? No, no, that won't work. Maybe a man following her and we so bravely aided her and kept safe. That could work. Ugh, I'll figure it out later. Now... To get down the stairs without falling... To get coffee. Shouldn't think before that. By the heavens above I wish this ache in my head would stop. Why hasn't any alchemist made a potion to cure this ache that plagues all men who enjoy their drinks? Maybe I should start trying to figure something out... I could be rich.
