Oufff...

My head hurts so muuuch...

Beer seems to be a poison. Mortals sure are funny people, poisoning themselves. Well, at first, it felt like a warm rush of happiness, and you get relaxed - in a social aspect.

Suddently, the blazing morning light scorched my face.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH," I screamed. Vi had opened the curtains and smiled slightly. "You drunkard," she giggled. I turned away from the sunshine and sighed, "What's a drunkard?"

"Someone who drinks too much alcohol."

Yeah. Seems legit - drinking water never had that effect on me. Now I cannot remember the events from yesterday at all, plus the uproar in my body and the sensitivity of my eyes. At that stage, I really prefered the sensation of sleep to this sort of pain.

„Yesterday was quiet funny! You couldn’t even speak clearly anymore. Hell, you tried to murder a young merchant by falling round her neck, what she clearly misunderstood. Don’t know your attack tekkers, but you have to choke, not hug,“ Vi summarized snickering as Kamurea entered the room.

„Hehehe, our little lecher’s awake,“ she proclaimed – and got immediately slapped by Vi. „What’s a lecher?“ I asked.

Vi did what they called a „facepalm“, while Kamurea laughed like a maniac.