After a long a night and 5 failed CON saves Meren is unsure whether or not he is in fact alive or not. His memories of what came to pass are hazy at best. Visions of a dart throwing contest and him yelling at a horse are barely able to tell the entire story. With the little control he has over his muscles he drags himself from one bench to another, ever so slowly approaching the door of the Tipsy Mermaid. The air coming though the cracks from the outside smells sweet, or at least sweeter than in this wretched establishment. Using a javelin he picked up from the floor as a support Meren begins to staggeringly make his way of the Mermaid. The Great Steps before the entrance to the Mermaid prove too difficult of a challenge for him and he plunges face first into a puddle. A horse tied to a post next to the door sniffles him. "Bugger off!" , Meren says with a barely recognizable voice and waves his hand to shoo the annoyance away. Getting up requires almost all the strength Meren has left, after which he is able to just about lean against the nearest wall. He feels desperate and sick. Both feelings he had almost forgotten. So long it had been since he last had a night resembling this one. Indeed how long..? Time becomes an abstract notion to him for a few minutes(?), maybe hours (?). Meren dwells in the memories of his past, his previous life. How easy it was to live as an outlaw. Just taking what you wanted, partying and not worrying about the future. "Meren." , a strict voice shatters his daydream. Reskin had finally arrived. It was time to go.
