Osla woke up to the sound of shouts and arguing below. Obviously that Ernst chap she had met last night was getting a bit frisky with another member of the group of heaven forbid some stableboy that had charged him tuppence too much. An audible
"BY THE GODS CAN I GET SOME SLEEP FOR ONCE" could be heard from Osla's room as she threw off her bed sheets and rose from the hard wooden bed. It seems that she had gotten a bit too drunk last night and hadn't bothered to take off one of the gauntlets on her hand before going to sleep. Another indicator of the amount she had drunk was the splitting hangover induced headache that was making every noise feel like a Dwarvern smith was making a shiny new battleaxe out of her skull. She only knew one cure for a hangover, and that was what caused it in the first place, drink. 

She put on the rest of her arm and hung her sword on her side along with her bow on her back before descending down the stairs, tying her hair back as she did. She looked at the people from her group sitting at the table monetarily before turning to the barkeep.
"Hard ale please" was all she said. As soon as it was served she took a swig and moved over to the table where Kat sat.
"So what was all that commotion about, Ernst getting on yer' nerves?"