Unable to fall asleep, Damien slowly rose from the bed. It wasn't even particularly late in the day, after all. Why he'd run back to his room at the inn, started drinking, and tried to fall asleep escaped him. Maybe he just expected to get black-out drunk and pass out. Hardly befitting a lord, even a bastard lord. Most people were either unaware of his situation or skirted around it. Other lords, however, especially youthful ones, showed open disdain and scorn for him. He didn't blame them. He was a child born to a woman he didn't even know, out of wedlock. 

Pushing open the door to his room, desperately hoping that nobody would notice the alcohol on his breath, Damien walked out of the tavern and started making his way to the castle. Even if he didn't manage to see anybody he'd met, however briefly, at the castle, he'd be able to at least keep his mental sword sharp by dulling a few real blades on some target dummies. Even half drunk, he'd be able to manage his sword arm. As he was making his way to the castle, however, he noticed a familiar man speaking to a stable master. It appeared the young man, Adalbert, if his memory served him correctly, was unable to pay the fee for his steed. Actually, it seemed that he didn't have even a money pouch on him. Approaching the pair, Damien reached into his pouch and grabbed a few coins. "My good sir, allow me to apologize for my fellow soldier here. It seems he left his gold pouch laying around and forgot to retrieve it in his haste to get here. Allow me to pay for his steed." 

Handing the gold to the stable master, Damien smiled at Adalbert. "Your name was Adalbert, correct? I apologize that we were unable to make proper introductions. My behavior around that Feroxi swordsman was...most uncouth, I must ashamedly admit." Offering his hand to the Cavalier, Damien focused on breathing through his nose whenever he could.