Food For Thought [Social]

Shamus dragged himself forward slowly. One foot in front of the other, step by step. He tried not to think about how ragged and savage he currently looked or about the fact that he was surely a few steps away from passing out on the street. Doing his best not to make even more of a spectacle by ending up eating dirt he went into the first Tavern or Inn looking building he saw. If he passed out in some type of bar he was much less likely to be thrown in jail for obstructing peace or something. Honestly sometimes this game was a little too realistic and there was no telling when this freakin debuff would leave him. He felt physically drained. He went to a stool in the....it was probably a Tavern and slammed some Ink on the counter muttering "Gimme whatever," before folding his head in his arms and proceeding to take a nap immediately.