A Night to Forget

Howling, sharp winds, a taste of sand and a dazed confusion. The inn that Carlin slept in was nowhere in sight; in fact, there were snow-covered evergreens, and this was not that. Somehow, she finds herself in the middle of a desert, covered in coarse sand, and in the one pocket not filled with sand is a gold brooch adorned with beautiful knotted branches weaving through each other, a single purple gem. On the inside of the brooch is a crumpled piece of high-quality parchment. With sunburnt hands, slowly uncrumpled the parchment, with rushed handwriting, Carlin could make out the words:
 
Please keep

brooch
Thank you for the cover
 
Turns out whoever gave the brooch didn't realise Carlin was learning how to read and thought the brooch was a gift for covering a noble. She later on would learn what the actual was written and because of the amnesia still possesses the brooch, hoping one day that person will cross paths again.
All Carlin could remember was a bar fight and a wild line of events, leading to desecrating a temple, selling a farmer's favourite goat to a bugbear, marrying and then divorcing a troll in a single night. On how in the divine she managed to wake in the middle of the desert eludes her, nor how she, as a fine brooch clearly from a noble.