Raven carefully opens one eye. Allright, that doesnt hurt too much, and the room isn't spînning. That wine must have been better then I thought. Or I didn't drink that much. Huh, I wonder how Shavah feels. Wouldn't like to be in her shoes. Ge gets up, scratches himself a bit, gets washed and prepares to go downstairs. As the events of last night play hide and seek with his brain, he decides against casual clothing. Thank the gods I prepared my leathers before I started drinking.
He carefully dresses up in his newly polished leather armor and boots, gives his two-hander a last lick of the sandstone and buckles on his shortsword and dagger.
The longbow would be overdoing it I guess. Too crowded, might accidentally hit a bystander if things get rough.
He then goes down to the tavern for a healthy, large breakfast and something hot to drink.
Wasn't there another elf down here last night? With an eagle or something?
He carefully dresses up in his newly polished leather armor and boots, gives his two-hander a last lick of the sandstone and buckles on his shortsword and dagger.
The longbow would be overdoing it I guess. Too crowded, might accidentally hit a bystander if things get rough.
He then goes down to the tavern for a healthy, large breakfast and something hot to drink.
Wasn't there another elf down here last night? With an eagle or something?