After capturing their mark, the group of hunters walked back to their current lodgings. They could have brought the mark right back to the castle, but disturbing the king at this hour was probably not a good idea.
So they kept him drugged and locked until morning. In the meantime, they had whores and booze delivered to their rooms to celebrate the big money coming in.
The hunters gave a small toast to their fallen comrade, but did not dwell on him for long. Those were the risks of bounty hunting.
They emptied a bottle of ale on a prostitute's tits to honor his memory and forgot him for the rest of the night.
The next morning, at the chant of a rooster, the head hunter woke up. He was still groggy from his debauchery and drank a leftover hot ale from the night before, to wash away the hangover.
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