A hazy morning.

He woke to a wet nose prodding his head, added with a sloppy kiss from the hungry collie as he loomed over his master. A throbbing pain slowly crept up into his head as he stirred from his slumber and gently shoved the dog aside to spare himself the animal's breath. 
It had been a good dinner and even though he had lost the keg to the brigands, his guests had brought both whiskey and wine that was enjoyed and finished.
Slowly he sat up with a groan, his mouth dry, his stomach turned and the pain in his head only growing worse as he moved, maybe he had gotten too happy with the drink. He recalled when Daerist had arrived with the yule pudding and the Dalish wine he had promised to bring and then the pair arrived, Lowan and his wife Amy. The woman had prepared a meal of roasted boar, green peas, mashed potatoes and yellow turnip with gravy topping the whole thing off.
It was a delicious meal and there was barely anything left over to give to the dogs. He recalled talking long into the evening with his guests but then things began to get hazy and he couldn't recall ever lying down on the floor to get some rest. Daerist slept on the couch and he guessed he had allowed the man and his wife to take the bed for the night.
He pushed to his feet with the aid of his walking-stick, he'd have to get something smaller soon while his ankle ached, a cane would be much better.
After getting coffee to help his body wake up he sat down with a piece of parchment and inkwell to write up the note for the noticeboard, he would ask Lowan or Daerist to put it up for him once they would go back to town.  With luck, he'd be able to find someone to help him around with the chores while his injury healed.