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Timestamp : Morning, 65th of Fall, AV 513
Davus stepped out of the Blue Bull tavern, or in truth was kicked out. He hit the pavement head first, his face shielded from the stone that paved street only by an impressive pile of horse dung that lay in the middle of the street "Come back when you are sober!" A voice shouted out from inside the tavern as Davus stumbled to his feet. If he was honest he had just been drinking all night, and most of the morning it seemed as he saw the sun break out from the cover of clouds, already high in the sky. He had no doubt that man he might have head butted was trying to cheat him in a game of cards but he was friends with the barman so the debate on whether he had or not finished rather quickly against Davus. That was when he found himself being chucked outside by a eight foot tall bouncer, and now he found himself wiping crap out of his eyes "By the gods' that stinks" he cursed under his breath, a passerby heckled him "Head to the bath house you tramp"
He set off through the city, stumbling around the workers as they began their day’s work. He felt himself being knocked every which way as he struggled to remain balanced; the influence of alcohol was severely detrimental to his motor control. He saw a mountain of an Akalak walking in the opposite direction, directly in Davus’s path as he struggled to get out of his way. He didn’t get out of the way in time he realized as he was knocked to the ground, and there he stayed for several hours, with passers-by not even bothering to help the unconscious man sprawled out in the middle of the street who stunk to high heaven like a pig pen in the middle of a brewery.
The sharp sting of freezing cold water brought him around to his senses. He tried to sit up and make sense of his surroundings, but all his eye could make out were blurry shapes and his memory remembered nought of the events that transpired earlier. As his vision started to clear he made out a large shape in front him, it belonged to a deep purple Akalak. He was nearly as wide as he was tall, adorned in a shiny steel chainmail bulwark that had clearly been cared for and maintained, he furrowed his thick brow into a frown as he glared at the Sevfra “No loitering drunk, get your sorry arse somewhere I can’t see it” He paused and sniffed the air around him “Or smell it for that matter” He grabbed Davus by the scruff of his neck as yanked him to his feet like he was a child "Now off with you” He barked. Davus obliged, while his hangover had subsided he had been left with a catastrophic headache, unsure if it was from the blow to his head or the alcohol, nonetheless he didn't want to aggravate the throbbing that ravaged his skull.
He turned around, unwilling to argue, and made his way back down the street when a small figure knocked into him.
Timestamp : Morning, 65th of Fall, AV 513
Davus stepped out of the Blue Bull tavern, or in truth was kicked out. He hit the pavement head first, his face shielded from the stone that paved street only by an impressive pile of horse dung that lay in the middle of the street "Come back when you are sober!" A voice shouted out from inside the tavern as Davus stumbled to his feet. If he was honest he had just been drinking all night, and most of the morning it seemed as he saw the sun break out from the cover of clouds, already high in the sky. He had no doubt that man he might have head butted was trying to cheat him in a game of cards but he was friends with the barman so the debate on whether he had or not finished rather quickly against Davus. That was when he found himself being chucked outside by a eight foot tall bouncer, and now he found himself wiping crap out of his eyes "By the gods' that stinks" he cursed under his breath, a passerby heckled him "Head to the bath house you tramp"
He set off through the city, stumbling around the workers as they began their day’s work. He felt himself being knocked every which way as he struggled to remain balanced; the influence of alcohol was severely detrimental to his motor control. He saw a mountain of an Akalak walking in the opposite direction, directly in Davus’s path as he struggled to get out of his way. He didn’t get out of the way in time he realized as he was knocked to the ground, and there he stayed for several hours, with passers-by not even bothering to help the unconscious man sprawled out in the middle of the street who stunk to high heaven like a pig pen in the middle of a brewery.
The sharp sting of freezing cold water brought him around to his senses. He tried to sit up and make sense of his surroundings, but all his eye could make out were blurry shapes and his memory remembered nought of the events that transpired earlier. As his vision started to clear he made out a large shape in front him, it belonged to a deep purple Akalak. He was nearly as wide as he was tall, adorned in a shiny steel chainmail bulwark that had clearly been cared for and maintained, he furrowed his thick brow into a frown as he glared at the Sevfra “No loitering drunk, get your sorry arse somewhere I can’t see it” He paused and sniffed the air around him “Or smell it for that matter” He grabbed Davus by the scruff of his neck as yanked him to his feet like he was a child "Now off with you” He barked. Davus obliged, while his hangover had subsided he had been left with a catastrophic headache, unsure if it was from the blow to his head or the alcohol, nonetheless he didn't want to aggravate the throbbing that ravaged his skull.
He turned around, unwilling to argue, and made his way back down the street when a small figure knocked into him.
