I may have been a little bit stupid today. Though in my defense, I've been extremely stressed lately, what with Mordred's defection, and destiny creeping ever closer. I can hardly be blamed for wanting a little escapism, can I?
Still, as much as I loved beating Arthur at dice by being sneaky with my magic, I think the ale might have been a bad idea. A very bad idea.
I really hope that whatever appears to be sucking the life from me is the product of an alcohol induced haze.
On the bright side... oh, wait.
There isn't one.
Damn.