The morning after

My head hurst and it all seems so unreal. If it wasn't for the dirt and the blood I would think I had too much mead last night, but I didn't drink anything, could have used it though. At least the bodies are buried and hopefully that foul smell will go away now. The rest is all a bit vague, having a ceiling fall on your head tends to do that, I hear... Something about a rat, someone saw it and wanted to put it in the soup... a thrown dagger... some papers, people were reading while the dead were waiting...a locked box, someone tried to open it... feeling sick, he was going to bring me home after, but then he left me, he has a girl now... a ring thrown into the grave... stumbling home... Did it all happen? My head hurts.