Big Night Out

Right, first things first. I’ve woken up and I can’t remember a bloody thing.
 
Nae bother, it’s not the first time it’s happened and it won’t be the last. I’d put it down to good ale and good company if I could remember either. Anyway, I checked my pouch and found a few more teeth, but I hav’nae a clue where they’re from so I threw them away. Can’t pass on the knowledge if I can’t bloody remember it! But it does say I had a helluva night if at least three things died by my axe.
 
That ale must’ve been stronger than I thought.
 
Also in the pouch was a wee red crystal. Strange thing, I’ve never seen anything like it. I’ll be buggered if I know how it got there, but seeing as there isn’t an angry elf or some fancy-schmancy human noble battering my door down to claim it I’m going to say it’s mine. The brothers in the gem guild will know what to do with it, so I’ll keep it about my person until I’m home.
 
Shite, better drag my arse off to that festival. Drim’s going to be an even grumpier bastard if I’m late.