Ethuilon.
That was a bloody foolish thing you did. I hope you don't need me to tell you that.
Your false leg is under the bed, and I've left you some water, though I doubt you'll need it. Would that you lot had been blessed with the gift of hangovers! Mahal knows you could do with a bit of discouraging.
You've got until the evening to piddle off back to Rivendell. Bree is clearly no good for you, not when you're in this state. Make sure you lock my rooms behind you and leave the key with the innkeep. If you're still here when I return, I will not be pleased. I'm not spending another night sleeping on the floor.
Cordially,
Kolbrand.
