Halam opened his eyes, and found that he couldn't see.<br/><br/>There was a pale softness around his face, on either side of it, pressing down as if to stifle him. Alarmed, he fought for breath and shifted, his panic only subsiding when he found himself able to easily lift away the thing that was slowly killing him. He blinked upon realizing it was a pair of breasts.<br/><br/>"Ah. Tits," he mumbled as he threw the whore aside. She flopped over on the bed and continued snoring as the dwarf sat up, rubbing his eyes as the familiar echo of too many drinks hit him in the form of a splitting headache. He also smelled bacon, for some weird reason. "<span style="font-style: italic">Fzhegh</span>. The fuck happened last night?"<br/><br/>No one magically appeared to answer his question, but a moment later he found himself distracted by the sound of movement outside, along with a great deal of talking. He moved gingerly over to the room's lone window and stared out to see a large procession of people, all moving in one direction. They were all dressed similarly, and many of them were already passed, but it had the look of a religious event. Not that Halam was particularly religious.<br/><br/>"Looks like something's going on," he said to no one in particular, and then realized there was more than one set of snores coming from somewhere nearby. He looked down to see a bundle of clothes and sheets, with a single arm just visible, protruding from within its depths on the floor. It looked like more than one person could be inside, but he knew whose arm it was.<br/><br/>"Merc, get up, you wastrel. Something's happening out there," he said with all the energy of a hibernating bear, as he picked up a shoe and threw it at his partner.