Roguish Abjurer Drinks Heavily, Kidnaps Princess, Hijinks Ensue
As beds went, a cold stone floor was a remarkably poor one, especially when your head was beating with a staccato drumbeat reminiscent of a military band, the aftermath of a late night spent with far too much alcohol. I blinked my eyes open - a decision that promptly proved immediately regrettable, given the morning sunlight streaming through the narrow window of the circular chamber I was lying on the floor of. With a reluctant groan, I hauled myself up and peered around the room, trying to work out where I was - and why. Where came pretty quickly, thanks to the sparse furniture and the cobwebs amongst the rafters - it was