Tales of the Drunken Blacksmith

El Distructo awakes with a super hangover, his body half in bed, half on the floor. The first thing he remembers was the sexy slave dancing in the Tavern. He grunts and groans, trying to get himself fully in bed and tries to remember the events of the night before. “Dylan, Adriel” he mumbles, remember following them to the Tavern. He took a drink or two or three; next thing he remembers is stumbling out the tavern bidding farewell to the Embers. Pain and bruises. “I need a physician!” he mumbles, passing out again.

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