You gave yourself a night. You're fine. Pick up the pieces, now.
Sunlight poured through the windows of the Duskbreak as Warren cracked his neck and groaned, rolling his shoulders. There were more comfortable places to sleep just down the stairs but he never would have allowed himself to rest. Parts of the previous night came back to him as the fog rolled itself away.
More glass. You never cleaned up the first bits.
He went about the task of cleaning. The bits of bottle and glass from the smashed map were simple enough to rectify and the highlander moved on to wiping down surfaces and setting things right. He made a mental note to refill the drink selection next time he was able.
You two prided yourselves on keeping the place looking like it was tended by a woman. You're going to have to work twice as hard to keep that appearance up now.
Ace was returned, though now the ancient puppy sat facing Warren's bed. He was the paladin's responsibility now, and the poor thing looked ready to bust his seams if mishandled. Warren wouldn't let anything happen to him.
Should think about opening her up sometime. There's no use for it as a stronghold anymore. No one's going to need it for shelter. Maybe it'd do some good.
The blue lock went away with the letter in the secured chest at his desk. He briefly considered the fireplace since it wasn't his by right but it seemed unkind to dispose of it in that way.
You can do this.
Warren made sure the bottle was still in front of the chair before leaving.
Sunlight poured through the windows of the Duskbreak as Warren cracked his neck and groaned, rolling his shoulders. There were more comfortable places to sleep just down the stairs but he never would have allowed himself to rest. Parts of the previous night came back to him as the fog rolled itself away.
More glass. You never cleaned up the first bits.
He went about the task of cleaning. The bits of bottle and glass from the smashed map were simple enough to rectify and the highlander moved on to wiping down surfaces and setting things right. He made a mental note to refill the drink selection next time he was able.
You two prided yourselves on keeping the place looking like it was tended by a woman. You're going to have to work twice as hard to keep that appearance up now.
Ace was returned, though now the ancient puppy sat facing Warren's bed. He was the paladin's responsibility now, and the poor thing looked ready to bust his seams if mishandled. Warren wouldn't let anything happen to him.
Should think about opening her up sometime. There's no use for it as a stronghold anymore. No one's going to need it for shelter. Maybe it'd do some good.
The blue lock went away with the letter in the secured chest at his desk. He briefly considered the fireplace since it wasn't his by right but it seemed unkind to dispose of it in that way.
You can do this.
Warren made sure the bottle was still in front of the chair before leaving.
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