After a lavishing evening with my kinsmen the previous day I felt the wine and malt still sitting thick in my head.
We retired to our quarters much later than anticipated and on this Monday morning, we still had to prepare the walls for the ever approaching onslaught of the beasts of Nire.
Upon reaching the walls I noticed the men atop were looking anxiously out towards the wheat fields that surrounded our Keep.
As I reached the top of the stairs and looked out towards the open fields I saw a sight that sent shivers down my spine. Immediately the lavish meal from the previous evening pushed up into my throat as I belched all over the Station commanders shoes.
The butt of his assistant's sword crashed into the side of my head and sent me tumbling back down the stairs.
There's the start of my blue Monday :)