Where was he? His head was ringing and he felt a small amount of blood drip down his left brow and the air was damp and musty almost like he was in a cave somewhere.
He remembered waking up with a splitting headache somewhere warm, somewhere nice smelling. Ah yes, one of his favorite spots to pass out in, tucked in tight against the back wall of the tavern where the oven was. It heated him up nicely when he was drunk in the back alleys waiting for sleep to take him.
He mentally jogged through his day, he remembered throwing up some stale bread for breakfast and bumming a mug of ale of Jinny. She has been so nice to him after he protected her from some handsy patrons a few months ago. Its a blurry but then recalls draining a few mugs that were left behind by that group that left abruptly. After that he won a bet by swindling a newcomer he could drink 2 mugs before the other drank 1. He lost of course and promised to pay him later…right. After that it was a bit a fuzzy until finally the foggy bliss of forgetfulness finally enveloped him in its warm promise of ignorance. Wait, now it’s coming back. A horse, some damn stairs, and now…oh Demos’s behind, he was in the kobold caves. Who brought him down here now…and why?!