I opened my eyes and the sunlight streaming in through the window hit me like a ton of bricks. Closed them again PDQ and tried to remember the events of last night.
There had been drinking, and singing, and drinking, and dancing, and drinking, closely followed by more drinking...and a cake. The rest was gone, much like the contents of my stomach wanted to be at that point.
After throwing up copiously in the chamber pot, (thankfully unused), drinking some water and throwing up that as well, I decided that laying down was the safer option than attempting to get out of bed. But the sun was getting high, my room was getting hot and if I didn't make the effort to open the window, that would just lead to more throwing up.
Staggerered to the window, and leaned out grateful for the cooler fresh air. Four floors up, the sheer walls of Candlekeep stretched below, but I was used to the height and the view was spectacular.
It didn't ease the pain in my head though, for that there was only one cure and that meant making it to Winthrop, his concoctions were foul but effective. Even though it meant I would have to face the bad jokes and his unsettling references to arses.
"Do you want some breakfast with this?" Winthrop asked.
But one look at me gave him the answer,
"I'll shove a raw egg in it, that'll do, she needs the protein for an empty stomach" he muttered.
It tasted, smelt and looked awful, but from experience I knew that the initial ghastliness was worth the longer term effect.
"It's the willow bark, that's the secret and the Ferment Bracon" he added.
"Just shut up please Winthrop, I need to keep this down".
"Yeah well, you weren't telling everybody to be quiet last night, mind you, you were making so much noise yourself you wouldn't have heard an ogre farting".
(Thanks for that Winthrop, really needed to hear that).
,,," what with the singing and trying to dance on my tables. But I suppose you're only eighteen once and most of the time you're not too much trouble."
As I sat there, a monk approached with a message from Gorion, asking me to come immediately, that sounded ominous. How badly behaved had I actually been last night?
I asked Winthrop.
"Not too bad all considered, you drank a fair bit, had a bit of an argument with a couple of guests here, stuck up so and so's, not entirely unwarrented."
I groaned, I had better make peace, last thing I needed was a complaint from visiting nobs. Candlekeep made good use of and money from it's various visitors.
I left the bar and went up to the guest bedrooms, groveled a fair bit, apologised and made good.
Time to face the music. Just as I was leaving, Winthrop handed me a bow, my birthday present from last night which I'd forgotten completely. It was beautiful and it had my name and DOB carved on it.
"No worries, I hung onto it because at one point you wanted to try it out in the bar and I didn't fancy cleaning up the casualties".
As I walked to meet Gorion, I rehearsed the various excuses I was going to make.
"Hurry child, we have to go" he said on seeing me.
"Wait, What, I wasn't that bad, nobody got hurt and it's not like it's the first time I've had a few drinks"
"What on earth are you talking about?" he asked.
"You know, last night, the party, the singing, the complaints..........."
Gorion interupted, "nothing to do with that, you are not safe here and you're presense endangers everybody".
"Pardon,.......... I'm what, why?
"No time to explain now, we need to go, get yourself ready"
Slightly (understatement) confused at the turn of events, I headed back to my room to pack. Decided that a quick bath was probably a good idea, and then five minutes lie down to collect my thoughts (plus the dull ache in my head wasn't helping matters) and promptly fell asleep.
Consequently we didn't leave until dusk (I was absolutely starving by the time I woke up so had to eat). As we made our way out of the gates, Gorion said that if anything were to go wrong I should head for the Friendly Arm Inn and meet friends of his, Khalid and Jaheira. TBH, he sounded a bit paranoid.