Sam stumbled out of the wreckage and followed the others. He'd just finished binding his hands and head with the ruined curtains and wondered if he had a concussion.
He had a hard time remembering what his last potion had done exactly, and that was a shame. But judging by the end results it was probably useful he guessed.

He nodded faintly at the notion of a restaurant. He just realized they had left Horace completely alone in the guild and he really didn't have the energy to deal with whatever horrible and chaotic mess he'd probably have made there right now.

"I would like a burger and some orange juice.."