Whooshing.

What was that whooshing? Faint crashing something beat against rock with a rumble not unlike thunder, it reverberated throughout the walls, and his bones. Erick’s mind ever on the battlefield conjured images of what it could be, the rhythmic clash of weapons and armour surging as one? Was it catapults hurling balls of stone engulfed in raging fire to crumble bricks and mortar? But, where was he?

Erick’s thoughts were at once panicked - had he fallen asleep on night watch? His stomach dropped and he felt instantly intensely nauseous as he was ripped abruptly from his sleep. He awoke startled and panting heavily, the world around him spun fiercely; he wondered for a moment if he’d been knocked unconscious, but he soon recollected most of the details of the previous day. Erick began to catch his breath and he tried to swallow with an unbearably dry mouth.

He felt awful.

That damned Orcish wine.. so much for playing this cautiously.. He did remember as much as Vyarin leaving the gathering, his recollections became somewhat hazy after this event - he also remembered visiting Sinir at some point so, he must have still honoured his personal pledge to check on him later in the evening.. although Erick wondered if that rather looked like sometime earlier this morning..

What time was it anyway? Some of his company will have awoken him if he’d slept to an unreasonable hour, he was sure. A cheerful light seemed to be peering from between the exquisite fabrics guarding the window, although he had little desire to face it. Erick stirred his body with a groan, it felt heavy and he did not quite want to make it arise from the bed where he’d fallen asleep on top of the covers, dressed still in his finery.. to be fair, at least he’d retained enough sense in his inebriation to not simply slumber in the stable with Sinir - but he noted that his clothes were flecked with straw and he once again smelled of the horses which suggested he’d perhaps considered it.

Eventually with great effort, the Jörda prince hauled himself from his prone position - the spinning was worse, but, he’d done this before. After calling an attendant to deliver him water, he made to refresh and prepare himself to meet with his advisors, which he hoped would not involve some kind of scolding for his.. miscalculated activities, he’d then likely make an attendance of some sort to breakfast; the thought of food making him feel simultaneously ravenous yet unwell.. this was going to be a tough morning.