I wipe the sleep from my eyes and wake wrapped in a borrowed blanket near the embers of the fire on the beach. The cool winds from the sea near Vannes is refreshing this morning as I feel my head hurting. "What was in that mead last night I wonder? Did Vort slip me some of his stout??" I think.
I vaguely remember falling on top of Macand Viking coming and dancing with Ana... something about Mogh's antlers???
I think "I'll need to visit Moss' Market for a hangover cure-- of course I could just say it is my allergies. Oh wait that doesnt open till tonight." Grinning I stand up and stretch. Or I could go hunting Apples or wander and visit the countryside.... so much to do this weekend.