Re: On til morning...
Mannath woke, and wished he hadn't. His head was throbbing. Dwarven ale was certainly good stuff, but the price paid was a dwarven hangover. It felt like seven little pairs of feet were tramping back and forth across his skull, singing "hi ho, hi ho."
He crawled out of his bed, and checked his clothing. Luckily he hadn't soiled himself, but his outfit was certainly less fresh than it had been the day before. Snippets of memory came back from the night before... a stolen kiss with a young maid, some playful fisticuffs with a local squire, and a song about a courtesan, a monkey and a sailor with an enormous oar...
He dressed slowly and eased himself downstairs. Parking himself next to his companions he ignored their catcalls and reached for the water jug. Suddenly a plate of food appeared in front of him. Cold cuts of meat, cheese, fruits... he pushed it away and instead reached for a still-warm bread roll. Gently he tore chunks off and slowly munched on them, desperately trying not to bring it all back up.