Saraswati found her vision swaying where she sat in the bar. A very good sign she'd had too much to drink. It was, however, the best way to forget how hopeless the situation was that she was in -and what the hell, it wasn't like you had to worry about the long term effects. Here it was just a status effect that wore off after time. Swaying, she made her way back to the inn where she had a room. The sun had become uncomfortably high, and more importantly, uncomfortably bright. She winced and looked away, shielding her eyes.

Finally, she ascended the stairs, waving at the innkeeper as she passed. She often asked herself why she did that. He wasn't a real person, had only a handful of scripted lines that mostly serve to prompt interfaces. She asked herself and did it anyways. Grumbling and rubbing her forehead and temples, shifting her olive hued skin around her skull she quietly entered her room and promptly fell atop the bed.