He woke to the uncomfortable feeling of his head being smacked into the wall, although light it was enough to cause the man to groan quietly and his eyes to open as he was brought out of his drunken slumber. He stared at the wooden texture on the wall in front of him, it was not the one he was familiar with when he woke up in his bed but before he could wrap his head around in what bed he slept another shuffle behind him and added pressure caused his nose to strike the wall next.
The man winced back and frowned, awkwardly shifting his hand from underneath himself to rub his sore nose, mumbling out a curse and craning his head back to peer over his shoulder to spot a hulking pile of blue.
Oh... That's right.
His brother laid sprawled on the bed beside him, forcing him against the wall and pinning him in place. It took some wiggling and unkind shoves to the body behind him to finally rise up to sit. His hand ran slowly through the mop of messy, dark chestnut hair to pull out of his face, the locks standing on all ends in a greasy mess. Smacking his lips a grimace found him at the mix of sour and bitterness that lingered in his mouth and before long a sharp ping made itself known in the back of his head.
He rubbed his face and glanced across the room to the other bed where a body laid underneath the blanket and a tired grin found him.
Hope she slept better than I.
Rising out of the bed he clambered over his brother awkwardly and nearly stumbled onto the floor, taking a moment to balance himself after a sudden rush to his head. His arm stretched over to the wall to keep himself up, his eyes shutting and opening again. Glancing down at himself he studied the red attire he still wore and while the two slept he shrugged the coat away to replace with the duller grey, grabbing the hat after to put on top of his head before finally sneaking his way out of the room to make his way to the front room of the famous Inn.
With the little coin left he soon sat himself down with a bowl of porridge and a mug of ale that he worked down as he still tried to wake up proper, yawning and forcing his head to keep up so that his face wouldn't end up in the nourishing meal.
The festival was a success at least. Plenty of people showing up. The kegs emptied, the food gone and merriment to be had. Even Leoffrith made himself known, glad for it. A pity he did not stay but at least he showed and thankfully Haritha as well though I wonder where she vanished to.
He shrugged to himself as bits and pieces of the day before moved through his mind while he shoveled down a spoonful of porridge.
Still wonder if it's true that people thought that real goblins had invaded the town. The very idea that people would think so baffles me. Have they never played games? Enjoyed the pretend around such? Then again Corrinne did make mention not having seen such a festival being put up before and so perhaps people are indeed unfamiliar with it all.
He paused and looked over the empty room thoughtfully.
Why did Haritha seem to be in such a poor mood when she returned? She had such high spirits when she came in her mask and how well that dress fitted her. Was it because I was proving my words to Corrinne? Was gone before I could ever ask the good woman for a dance.
He sighed and lowered his gaze back into the dull meal before him, stirring the thick porridge and lifting up another good helping to shove into his mouth.
Perhaps she would have felt different had she learned the whole festival was for her, she was the spark of it all. Should I tell her? Maybe... Maybe not. That reminds me, I still need to cut a piece of my best shirt to give to her.
A smirk curled over his lip at the thought and he shook his head in amusement, gulping down a helping of ale to wash his meal down with.
Wonder if we shall take that walk today though I guess that is impossible until I've cleaned up the mess.
The thought alone made him sigh heavily and once he was done with his meal he pushed to his feet, thanked the tavern keep for the meal and made his way out and heading back to the street where the festival had been held.
While brimmed with life the day before now it seemed empty with only the mess to show that it was ever there. He groaned to himself and after being able to borrow a broom from one of the residents of the street he set to work, sweeping up the junk that had been left while grinning tiredly as he mused on the happenings the previous day.
