You groggily look at the man and come to your senses. “No, I don’t think I will.” Looking around you see the same scene as earlier. A buzzling gathering in a hall filled with light and mirth. From across the room, a pair of eyes lock on yours, belonging to the Jarl.

“Do you remember me?” you ask, looking back at the barkeeper.

The man looks bewildered at you, then feigns a grin. “You look like any a man foun’ at the bottom of a mug o’ ale.” Scratching his beard, the sweaty man continues. “Drink more my friend, and then I’m sure we’ll all remember you better.”