2008-10-20, 11:08 PM (ISO 8601)
Re: Run to the North, FR (IC)
Aust stares at the keys
"Well gents I do believe that neither of you want to wake up in the same room as a spellcaster with a hangover, so I'll just be taking the single room."
Before the others can say anything, Aust grabs one of the room keys and stumbles his way up the stairs and into the room. Locking the door behind him, Aust removes his hat, weasel and all, and sets it on the bed. As he moves to the other side of the bed, Aust sees the floor rush up to meet him. Rolling over he sees Scraps peering over the bed.
Master, I think it's time you stop drinking.
Scraps sends Aust feelings of concern.
"I think you are correct my friend." Aust says out loud. "Why did I start drinking anyway?"
Memories return to Aust of a burning journal. His hopes, dreams, and only goal in life, gone in a puff of smoke.
"Oh... right, that."
The depression is mercifully cut short as Aust slips into unconsciousness on the floor.
Last edited by Plasma Snake; 2008-10-20 at 11:11 PM.