Kieran stumbled down the stairs into the main hallway, waiting against the wall for the feeling in his face to come back before continuing, he shouldered past the armory door and stumbled into a table, causing weapons to clang all across the floor, along with Kieran.

Kieran cursed at himself before propping himself up on a shield. He moved to a kneel, and then stood slowly. [i]I'll get Freya to clean this up, right now I just need my armor, a meal, and a glass of water... which way is the kitchen again?[/i] Kieran stumbled around for a little more, before grappling with the nearby table for his shield. He managed to get it loose, but not before tumbling backwards again, his shield denting on the floor. [color=f26522][i]"*&$#@!"[/i][/color] Kieran yelled very loudly, hurting his throat again. [i]This damn medicine, I'd really like that water right about now.[/i]

He pushed himself painfully upwards, grabbing his now dented shield, and picking his sword up off the ground, cutting himself on the edge, he slammed the sword into it's holster and wobbled into the wall. After his new intimate relations with the wall, he put his sword and shield combination onto his back. He picked up his chestplate, stuck it under his arm, grabbed his greaves, gauntlets and helmet and walked into the changing room, or at least what he thought was one, stumbling through the halls into the kitchen and changing right then and there. He tumbled back into the armory, knocking over a few more things before finally getting his balance. [color=f26522][i]"Great, now which way's the kitchen?"[/i][/color]