By the gods, what a night! True, you had little enough coin left after your most recent exploits but you cannot take your wealth with you and who knows what tomorrow might bring? Better then to spend the last of it in fine style in a wine-shop and what finer place exists in Arenjun, the renowned City of Thieves in ancient Zamoria, than Malvolio’s tavern? There had been good food, lusty dancers, wagering, brawling and many, many flagons, until each of you had stumbled into a corner to sleep, or just sank to the ground where you stood.
Sadly, the cold light of dawn brings with it more than just a pounding in your skull. A soaking from a bucket of cold water washes away the encrusted drool and brings you to your senses, eyes struggling open to see the unwelcome sight of a watch sergeant leaning easily on a bill.
“Get up, scum! You’ve got an appointment with the Governor!” the sergeant sneers.