... a room in shambles. The table has been overturned, the items that may have been once neatly placed on it in order now lay all about on the dirty wooden floor. Your head is pounded. By the sounds of the birds chirping outside and the few beams of light starting to pour in the room's only window, you can guess that it's early in the morning.
"What happened to me?" you ask yourself as you pick yourself off the floor.
Of the previous night's events, you can remember nothing.
You try to focus. There is a bed that did not fair much better than the rest of the room. It's straw coming out and spilling into a pool of water that must have been from the washing bowl being overturned.
"This isn't my room"
Your sword is gone, and you can feel tiny cuts all over your arms and chest.
Across the room is a closed door.
What do you do?