He was enjoying his little time with Sheo as they helped themselves to some good grog. It wasn't Blake's first time drinking, but still feeling not good from his fasting, he ended up drinking more than one should. He managed to excuse himself and sleep in the caravan... But he was zonked and out for the count in short time...<br/><br/>Blake was starting to come to, groaning as if he was disturbed from a long slumber. "Well that's one way to sleep through a trip..." Said Blake, rubbing his head in confusion. His stomach churned and writhed in pain. He groaned as softly as he could, struggling to raise himself up. He could hear bells ringing in his ears. Just how much grog did he have?<br/><br/>"Spirits, preserve me... That grog may have been strong for me!" Blake muttered.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"You're telling me... You were out for a good while!"</span>Said his friend.<br/>"Well... Best get up and see what I've missed."<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well some moving around might do you some good."</span><br/><br/>Without any need to rest, Blake stood up, jumping out of the carriage. His feet felt a little wobbly, but he could manage a decent walk. He held a hand close to the carriage, feeling though if he didn't, he would likely fall. "Well... What did I miss?" He asked, his sight just starting to un-blur.