Thrainn sat up, wondering why he had spent the night on the floor, rather than in his warm comfortable bed.
He tilted his head slightly, scratching it as he was trying to reiterate the happenings from last night. He didn't remember having a party, so alcohol was unlikely to be the reason for his current situation. Furthermore, today was the day of his graduation, so drinking should've been completely out of the question, and he didn't even feel the slightest bit of hangover, but instead an unusual urge to... do something.
He kept sitting there for a moment or two, until the memories came back, hitting him like a sudden spark of divine power.
He had been visited by a Nuadha. He had been offered the power of a god! Well, not technically a god, but basically the same sort of existential being that was like a... whatever.
Thrainn slowly got up and began getting ready for the quest that lay in front of him. He did so by preparing a hefty breakfast for himself and checking all his equipment. And also by putting on some pants, since he had basically been assaulted in the process of changing, and had therefore spent the night almost buck naked.
The activity and the meal served to calm his nerves down a bit, but after he had finished eating and checked twice that he had prepared everything he would need, the urge to do came back.
There was still a lot of time left until he had to be at Albi dungeon, but he felt so full of energy, so absolutely urged to go out and do things, and make things, and to... destroy things?
Thrainn couldn't stand this feeling any longer, and so he grabbed his stuff and headed out for Albi. Even if he would just walk the way from his home to Albi dungeon and back a dozen times over, it would still be better than spending the remaining hours sitting at his table and feeling like that.