You and Durak go to bed, it takes a little bit of convincing to get him to sleep on top of the covers, but he eventually agrees.
Your sleep is not peaceful, you dream of meat pies and, upon taking a bite, discover that the pie has Durak's voice on it. This is the only dream you remember, but guessing from the fact that you're still quite a bit tired and drenched in sweat you probably woke up a few times and fell back to sleep.
You awake with a groan and force yourself off the bed. Durak is still sleeping soundly, singing in his sleep about gummy bears and crone-corn whiskey.
The bathroom has a bucket of water, a sponge and a towel. You end up using half the bucket in order to clean yourself. It makes you feel loads better though, as the cold water wakes you up.
You dry yourself off, and put on some underwear before going back into the room. This turn out to be a good call, as Durak woke up while you were washing.
Well, I always wanted to wake up to a scantly-clad lady in the morning. Guess that's one of the checklist of "things i want to see happen in my life." He puts on a shit-eating grin.
Just wash up, you bearded midget. Or I'll turn us both into a tourist attraction because of how far I'll ram my foot up your ass.He snickers and goes inside of the bathroom. Then he starts singing. Oh god.
Gather thee dwarves, there’s cause for a bash
Tap all caskets and find us your stash
Who calls the round? Whose wallet is heavy?
How many pints can this tummy here levy?
Beer, cider, spirits and ales
Listen to the drunk dwarf tell his tall tales
Loosen your belts, cups in the air
The liquor flows free and the barrels won’t care
And all call:
O, ho, finish in one
Down, down
Until it’s all gone!
Hoorah!
Credit goes to www.elfwood.comHe finally comes out, looking quite pleased with himself. You have hidden your head in a pillow in an attempt to drown out his damned song. You look at him in disappointment but all he does in response is grin in amusement.
Ah,come on! You don't hear the dwarven drinking song every day!Thank god! Or the entire wasteland would be deaf! Come on! Let's just get going, I think the concussion's over.You walk outside and then realize that apart from "away" you have no real plans on where to go.
Where and what will you ask?
Stats
Health 12/15
Energy 14/20
Radiation sickness: Feelin' fine.
Hunger: Peckish.
Thirst: Good
Equipment.
Scorched brahmin leather shirt,
Ripped brahmin leather pants
Rat leather shoes.
one squished bit of emergency ration.
50 10mm bullets.
16 Bucks
10mm pistol.