"Ohhhhhhhhh..."<br/><br/>The low, long groan echoed in the confines of the small room, as Worlin Heidegger stirred. He blinked bloodshot eyes, dark spots dancing in his field of vision - His head aching, as if a very small man with a very large hammer was pounding on the inside of his skull. He groaned, again, as he reached out for the table...missed...and ended up on the floor, rising to his knees - the taste of vomit in his mouth, as he pushed through the fog in his mind, trying to remember what had happened...<br/><br/>Oh, right - The succubus. The pudgy Adept remembered stealing that book from the library, sneaking out with the grimoire tucked beneath his voluminous robes....Remembered scrawling out the magic circle, after he'd got good and drunk and<em>horny</em>-<br/><br/>And *then*-<br/><br/>There was a blank spot in his memory he couldn't quite explain. Try as he might, he couldn't remember *exactly* what had happened...Just thinking about it sent a splitting pain through his head!<br/><br/>Well, it wasn't like anyone could *blame* him for trying. Naturally pudgy - blessed with a distinctively pimply face and the looks, as some would say, of a turnip - Worlin's main asset was his literacy and a kind of low, animal cunning! He'd finagled his way into an Adept's position, fumbling through an apprenticeship with the Guild...Right now, he was currently 'between jobs', after that unfortunate incident with the alchemist's lab...<br/><br/>"Coming," he grunted, shaking his head to clear it. He wanted nothing more than to collapse back to the ground and pass out - But before *that*, he had to deal with his landlady's increasingly shrill demands! He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that the noise would stop...Then shambled towards the door, weaving unsteadily, reaching out uncertainly for the knob-! Oh, he was such a mess right now...Maybe he could think of some excuse to get her to leave him alone - Especially since he couldn't afford rent for this month!