Spring 26th 514 AV
Bishop opened his eyes and blinked several times. His mind slow to confirm that he was awake. Noises all around him. The splashing of water. 'Rain?'. Females giggling and some invested in a conversation about a young man. Some raised disappointment about their husbands and sons. Bishop opened his eyes fully, eyes focused slowly upon the people gathered around him. None of them seemed particularly interested in him, but once he confirmed that they were of the opposite gender his interest in them grew many fold. It took several moments for his sluggish mind to understand that he was looking at naked women. Their exquisite details hidden under the beneath the water line. That was when the man noticed that he was submerged in water to his chin. Warm pleasing waters that put warmth into his limbs. None of them looked to be in the prime of their youth, but Bishop never cared much about such trivial things.
The confused man looked around, trying to guess where he had woken up this time. More importantly, where his clothes lay. The thundering head ache he felt did little to help him figure out his whereabouts. Sluggishly he remembered the hot springs. A place he may have visited in the past, but it held no specific memory for him. As his memory tried to locate where he was in the world, he noticed something disturbing. Everything between midday on the 25th until now was a large black void. Had he accidentally voided part of his memory using magic? Bishop dismissed the thought as silly and instead blamed the ale. One or ten too many. It was a small miracle that Bishop had not been mugged. He clicked with his jaw and a sharp pain erupted from his chin.
A finger traced along his jawline and when it reached his soaked beard he felt the pain. Someone must've punched him in the face. Perhaps he had been mugged and left for dead in the hot springs. Though now he noticed his clothes scattered over by a wall. He saw the lumps that indicated that his pouch of assorted coins and his pair of daggers were still present.
"A bar fight then." He mused to himself. Apparently loud enough that several of the nearby women in their mid thirties or early forties looked at him with confusion. James levelled his eyes on the ladies. Once he felt a bit more sober and less confused, he might go for one of them - as they said: with age comes experience.
Bishop opened his eyes and blinked several times. His mind slow to confirm that he was awake. Noises all around him. The splashing of water. 'Rain?'. Females giggling and some invested in a conversation about a young man. Some raised disappointment about their husbands and sons. Bishop opened his eyes fully, eyes focused slowly upon the people gathered around him. None of them seemed particularly interested in him, but once he confirmed that they were of the opposite gender his interest in them grew many fold. It took several moments for his sluggish mind to understand that he was looking at naked women. Their exquisite details hidden under the beneath the water line. That was when the man noticed that he was submerged in water to his chin. Warm pleasing waters that put warmth into his limbs. None of them looked to be in the prime of their youth, but Bishop never cared much about such trivial things.
The confused man looked around, trying to guess where he had woken up this time. More importantly, where his clothes lay. The thundering head ache he felt did little to help him figure out his whereabouts. Sluggishly he remembered the hot springs. A place he may have visited in the past, but it held no specific memory for him. As his memory tried to locate where he was in the world, he noticed something disturbing. Everything between midday on the 25th until now was a large black void. Had he accidentally voided part of his memory using magic? Bishop dismissed the thought as silly and instead blamed the ale. One or ten too many. It was a small miracle that Bishop had not been mugged. He clicked with his jaw and a sharp pain erupted from his chin.
A finger traced along his jawline and when it reached his soaked beard he felt the pain. Someone must've punched him in the face. Perhaps he had been mugged and left for dead in the hot springs. Though now he noticed his clothes scattered over by a wall. He saw the lumps that indicated that his pouch of assorted coins and his pair of daggers were still present.
"A bar fight then." He mused to himself. Apparently loud enough that several of the nearby women in their mid thirties or early forties looked at him with confusion. James levelled his eyes on the ladies. Once he felt a bit more sober and less confused, he might go for one of them - as they said: with age comes experience.
Ledger-5 sm to get drunk the day before.
-5 cm to be admitted to the hot springs