*** Craftsmen Guild - Residential Quarters: Guildmaster's Room ***
"Ugh, it felt like I just got blackout drunk..."
Justinian woke up with a terrifying headache, the world around him pulsing in strange colors, his enhanced senses being assaulted by the sound of celebration from the outside. It was hell on earth for him.
"F-fuck, did I overdo it?"
Justinian tried to roll over, trying to get a grasp of things, but he was immediately stopped, Feryll beside him stopping him from nearly falling over.
"Don't move, idiot, you're burning up."
Her vague silhouette was enough to calm Justinian; it meant that he was in a safe location, and better yet.
Just by the side of the room were crates filled with ore, their mission successful.
"I'm gonna get beheaded for this..."
Feryll swore, long realizing that the adventurer he had hired was no other than the duke himself, her face filled with concern and fear.
He just endangered their ruler, threatened him even.
"How long has it been...?"
