The sun is burning my eyes. My tent… it's… not here?
My hand…. blood?? There was a fight!?
My trousers? What is… fuck. Darron what have you done?
I was terribly looking forward to these festivities. I must've enjoyed them? I remember music and ale and… that Lynderly cunt? Is that who I fought??
May the stranger heal this headache. I don't suppose the other six would have me in this state.
I need to get cleaned up before Jardon sees this. I'll never hear the end of it.