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Julius still had his head covered by his arms when Esther made her return to the common room and order breakfast. He didn’t wait around to hear if she was going to have to pay extra for it though, as his mental battle with his bladder was lost. He was forced to make a run for it, navigating through the inn and out into the back, where a row of small huts stood, near to the single bathhouse. Ducking inside one, he released many mugs worth of processed mead, through the opening in the bench and down into a deep, foul smelling hole.

Cursing the sun for the first time in his life, the Anorian slunk back into the inn and when to his room. Fighting through the pounding in his head, the big man changed out of last night’s clothing and into a fresh set of what could be called his standard uniform. Another black shirt, a less stained pair of tan trousers and some clean stockings. His leather jerkin and fine hat happened to have escaped damage last night, as he taken both off and left them upon the bed. His boots were not so fortunate but that couldn’t be help.

He then stumbled down into the common room and glared at the innkeep, until the man sent over a plate of eggs and bacon, with a mug full of a weak tea. The food help but it was the tea that really suppressed the headache, for it was mostly water and that’s what his body really needed. While he broke his fast, Julius ignored everyone else in the common room and seemed to emit a field of unfriendliness. When his head felt like it was only throbbing, the Master Hunter placed a small bag of silver coins on the bar, as a bonus for any trouble they caused and went back to his room, to fetch his saddlebags.

Emerging from the inn, the Anorian was pleased to fins the horses saddled and ready to depart. He was even more surprised to find Hilde already mounted. Wincing in the light, he placed the bags over his saddle and swung up.