The morning sun shone warmly on Deren's face, making it sting a little. He had no choice but to turn over and sleep facing the other way.
Onyxia turned him back and urged, "Get up already. It's almost noon."
The aftereffects of last night's revelry still lingered, and his head still throbbed.
"Oni, I'm sorry. I don't know what happened yesterday. Maybe I drank too much." Deren covered his face, not daring to look at his Black Dragon Companion.
"Ah, it wasn't entirely your fault. I was competing with someone in drinking yesterday and got too carried away. I forgot about you being left alone. I clearly knew so many thieves were watching." Onyxia sighed.
After a while, she asked again, "How do you feel?"
Deren naturally knew what she wanted to ask. But when he tried to remember carefully, all he found was a blank, hazy mess. He shook his head. "I'm not sure. I was too nervous at the time."
"Forget it. As long as you're fine." In the end, the Black Dragon could only speak helplessly. "Do you want to sleep a little longer? We can delay going back by another day."
"I'm fine. I can do it." Deren forced himself to shake off his hangover, then got up to wash.
While he was eating breakfast, Rhonin ran over and said with a grin, "Advisor Deren, I heard you accidentally got drunk yesterday, went into the wrong tent, and spent a wonderful night with a group of beautiful women."
Deren looked at the red-haired fellow and heard the faint gloating in his voice. He suddenly wondered whether Rhonin had had a hand in yesterday's accident. After all, this was his territory, so it would have been easy for him to tamper with things. Especially when those Vrykul