Renatus was trying, and failing, not to drift off. Several times he jerked awake just before his head hit the table. Once he didn't react fast enough, but at least the
thunk of his skull against the wood widened his eyes.
I guess silence isn't the best path for me today, he thought. Noticing the Nord standing a little away from the table, he thought of something he could do, and grinned. He downed his mead, rose and approached the man. 'You, sir! Where are you from?'