Day 3 – The open road

I wake up with a jolt at around 7am. Despite not requesting a wake up call, my room is filled with music and frankly awful singing. Seems the downside of sleeping in a pantry in a pub is that there is no sound proofing. Frustrated, I stagger up the stairs to find the source of the din. It’s a dark elf with a lute, standing in the corner and bellowing her lungs out. The song ends and a few people applaud. I stand and judge silently and perhaps a little too obviously.