Even if his mind was still clouded by wine, get out was a good plan. Cursing to himself as he could be caught so helpless he turned and sprinted for the exit. Turning on his heels to make his way to the castle. he debated weather or not he should draw his sword. In an instant he decided he would rather have it out and ready. he pulled it from the hook and sheathe on his back, keeping a firm grasp of the handle and notching the blade on a seam on his shoulder. He would be ready should anything else decide to go all crazy.