There was ale . A great deal of it. And Beregond promised I could stay over on his sofa, that he and his wife would NOT let my father or brother know and that sixteen is perfectly old enough to drink however much I damn well want to anyway after a fight with Denethor. Which is actually perfectly well reasoned if I do say so myself.
And I woke with a blinding headache and saw the tunnel of light everywhere and it told me I should continue onward so I did, then threw up on a guard's shoes in the middle of a palace with more bright lights and loin cloth wearing servants and got shoved onto the street because there's "no way you're legal, kid", and handed this communicating box.
Where I am. Why did they call me a goat? Is the mystery sea nymph beckoning to me from the green sign promising coffee Ulmo dressed up as a woman?
My brother is going to
kill me.