I opened my eyes, my head buzzing, the spicy burn of last night's whiskey still lingering in my mouth. Wait, why is this bed so hard? I reached out and felt a rough straw mat.
"What the hell! Where is this?"
I sat up abruptly, finding myself in a simple wooden hut with a few traditional garments hanging on the wall. Looking down, I was actually wearing coarse linen clothes, with a rusty short blade tucked into my waist.
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