Sergeant Wykes woke up to the sound of her horse neighing and kicking back. As she was still slumped over the horse's neck, Wykes was tossed back a bit. Hungover, she rubbed her eyes and groaned. "Well fuck me" she mumbled, feeling absolutely horrible. Her hair was in a mess, and her skin was clammy from having slept in chainmail. It wasn't the first time she had woken up hungover in chainmail, but she certainly did not get used to it.

The knight looked around. "What's for breakfast?" she yawned as she stretched out. She noticed a taller man attempting to break a door open. She remembered that man- he was from the night before. He could recall him breaking her arm, but as Sergeant Wykes moved her arm, it felt more or less fine. "Maybe I should stay off it just in case..." she wondered.