Chapter 19
Thomas woke up on the floor of the common room, a cushion lying near his head, and his mug still clutched in his hand. The hangover that he had taken for granted would come was there in full force, and, judging from the sonorous bodies he stumbled over on his way to the balcony, he wasn’t going to be alone. He stumbled outside, the fresh air assaulting his lungs and threatening to start a coughing fit as it drove the stifled and squalid air of the apartment from his lungs. Thomas managed to navigate the stairs and cross the rough cobblestones to the fountain without so much as a stumble, much to his relief. Stripping to the waist, he dunked his head underneath the water. It was nowhere near as cold as that from the well at the smithy, but it woke him up enough to realize how mi
