Nido would be lying if he said that he did the things he did yesterday’s night out of drunkenness. It was impossible for him to even become dazed by alcohol, and he perfectly recalled the events.

The bard and he had spent all night long in the tavern, drinking together and singing to the even more drunk public. Everyone ended up wasted except the enchanter himself and the wenches. His throat felt sore from singing, yet that wasn’t really the case because the Life-imbued ring had healed all his wounds while sleeping.

The last conversation from the night replayed before him.

“All right lads, time to go!” Marta cried at the few drunken people that remained deep into the night. “You either rent a room here, or you go your merry way!” The babbling of a man could be heard telling her to stop crying aloud, that his head was spinning. Though the real speech was greatly more incoherent.

“Well, it was nice meeting you, my patron.” The elven bard said between hiccups. The girl couldn’t even stand up straight after that many drinks.

“A pleasure, my fair lady.” The enchanter’s speech hadn’t lost any of its grace, as if the tens of jars of ale hadn’t even entered his system.

“Fair lady? Bah!” The half-elf groaned. “Call me by my name!” She giggled to herself. “Wait, I haven’t told you my name yet.” Her giggling intensified. “What’s my name?”

“While you remember yours, how about I told you mine?” The bard tried to nod, but a hiccup cut the gesture. “I’ll take it as a yes. My name is Nido Risea, professional enchanter and experienced traveler.”

“My name’s… What was it?” The girl pondered as her head swayed from side to side. “I don’t know?”

“Honestly, you shouldn’t have drunk this much.” Nido pointed at the table full of empty jars.

“You can’t tell me what to do! I’m a free woman!” The drunken bard began to mumble incoherent statements after that.

“Hey, Marta!” The enchanter called for the innkeeper’s attention. “Do you know where she stays?”

“No, idea.” The woman grabbed the tens of jars at the table with ease. “She has come here every night since the beginning of the week, but I’ve never talked with her.”

“She doesn’t stay here, then?”

“I’m afraid not.” The wench shrugged.

“Hi there, my sponsored bard, do you know where you currently stay at?” The enchanter sat the young woman at a stool and asked her while making eye contact.

“I hear the Wind whisper me… hehe.”

“Yep, she’s gone.” The enchanter sighed in defeat.

Nido facepalmed as he ended recalling the night. The half-elf was so intoxicated that he couldn’t leave her alone. He woke up from the bed and looked at the young bard at his side.

They weren’t sleeping together mind you. The enchanter had asked the innkeeper for a room with two separated beds, which thankfully, they had. Nido couldn’t trust the girl to walk straight the moment she woke up, so giving her a separate room was a recipe for disaster.

I guess I should get a glass of water when she wakes up. Nido silently left the room and went downstairs, where the innkeeper was already readying the place.

“I see you are a morning person and yesterday wasn’t a fluke.” Marta greeted the young man. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yes, I did like the singing. Haven’t had my hands on a lute for a long time.” He explained.

“No, no. I mean later.” The enchanter swayed his head in confusion. “You know, in the room?”

“Oh no. I know what you are thinking, and you are obliviously wrong.” Nido refuted Marta’s conclusions. “Did you think I would take advantage of a drunken girl? She couldn’t even walk!” He was enraged that someone could even think that about him.

“What do you mean? I saw you two talking yesterday, she’s clearly into you!” Marta replied. “Haven’t you seen how she looked at you?”

“We were people talking about are things, and that’s all.” The man sighed.

“Yeah, and a man and a woman talk all night long with more alcohol in their system than water?”

“Yes? Why should it worry you?” The wench grinned. “You know what? Don’t answer me. I won’t lay a hand on a girl that she was wasted enough that she couldn’t even remember her name. A bit more and she would have suffered an ethyl coma!”

“Oh, come on, no one is that weakling. A few points in Constitution and you can chug a barrel without a problem.” While the enchanter was grateful for the tiny bits of information he naturally gathered about the Records, he wasn’t in a good mood now.

“Whatever. I didn’t come down for a talk. Pour me a cup of water.” The enchanter said grumpily.

“Hangover’s a bitch, huh.” Marta took a beer jar and filled it with clear water.

“It’s not for me, but for the bard. I’m totally fresh here.” He pointed at himself.

“How? You were the one who had drunk the most last night? Like half a barrel for sure.” The wench doubted Nido’s ebriety.

“Trades of the work.” The enchanter shrugged.

“Did you really enchant an item for hangover, what type of wuss are you?”

“Where’s the bathroom anyways? I have to piss down half a barrel.” Nido ignored Marta’s taunts.

“Back there.” She pointed at a door at the back. “Don’t make a mess, I’ve just cleaned it.”

“Should have waited then.” He told with a grin.

Honestly, the enchanter’s experience in the bathroom wasn’t a pleasing one. That place may be clean, but it was smellier than a recently fertilized field. After two straight minutes of intense pissing, Nido made his way out of the latrine.

“Now If you excuse me, I have to bring water to the sleeping beauty.” He told at the wench and went upstairs before she could throw a jab.

The half-elf still slept once Nido returned to the room. She was obviously full clothed; the enchanter had dropped her at the bed and didn’t lay a finger upon her since. Though it didn’t take her a lot of time to part ways with the realm of the dreams.

“Augh…” The girl tried to get up, only to collapse against the bed. “Where… am I?” She rubbed her temples with one hand and grabbed her head with the other. “What happ-“ The elf stopped mid-word as she felt something coming out of her throat. Thankfully, she was able to keep the puke inside.

“Here, take some water.” Nido handed her the jar.

“Thank you.” She gulped the water vigorously, removing the foul taste from her mouth. “Ahh!” Then she suddenly cried when he noticed the man before her. “What happened last night?” The bard covered herself with the sheets, ignoring the fact that she was already clothed.

“You got so fucking wasted last night that you couldn’t even say two words in a row, that’s what happen.” The enchanter said between laughed from his bed. “And I couldn’t trust you making a step outside the inn, so I brought you here.”

“Nothing else happened?” The woman couldn’t fully trust the man before her.

“I swear it by the Skies,” Nido put his fist before his heart, “that I haven’t done anything unspokable to you.”

“I believe you for now, but by the Skies, really? You didn’t strike me as an antiquated person.” It seems the bard felt good enough to joke.

“You’ll never find me swearing anything by the Divines, if that what you are asking.” Nido explained. “Feeling better, then?”

“As good as I can, I guess.” The half-elf stretched her arms and yawned. “I won’t ever again drink as much as tonight. One time’s enough.”

“You could always commission me a hangover reliever or something, I’m open for comissions.” The enchanter suggested.

“Perhaps, latter.” She got up from the bed. “Right now, I should be getting home. Surely someone is dead worried after not appearing for the night.”

“Wait.” Nido grabbed her by the wrist before she left the room. “You ow me a thing.”

“Hmm?” The half-elf tilted her head in confusion. “Can I get a refresh? There’s still some holes in my memory.”

“Your name.” The young man said with a smile after a few seconds.

“Oh!” She said in realization. “And here I was grinding myself some gears trying to remember if I owed you money.” The bard let out a puff of air as she relaxed. “Eleonore. Eleonore Whisperwind.”

“Beautiful. And long.” He joked. Eleonore punched him in the shoulder. “Ow! Why’s that?”

“You shouldn’t joke with a lady’s name.” The bard said with an air of grandeur and nobility.

“You sure didn’t look like a lady last night.” Which Eleonore responded with another punch. “Ooh, one health point down. Someone’s mad.” Nido continued to taunt her.

“You know, you don’t really fill your position as a patron.” The bard slightly pouted.

“Oh, so you do remember that.” The ancient enchanter had a grin from side to side of his face.

“It isn’t like I blacked out or something!”

“You were almost there to be honest.”

“Whatever, I gotta go. You are satisfied now, right?” Eleonore looked at his patron on the eyes.

“Right, for now.” Nido’s grin turned devilish, but the half-elf ignored it and left out the room, closing the door behind her

“I guess I’m alone again.” The enchanter laid on the bed with a sweep motion. “I guess I’ll check the Enchanter’s Guild for commissions. I should also see how the Adventurer’s Guild has changed, it’s been what, centuries? No, maybe even more, I still don’t know how much time I have passed in the Void.”

Nido opened his Status and looked at the Voidborn class. Every class had been automatically assigned to him when he arrived at the physical plane, well every class except the Prestige one.

“It seems you have to manually accept this Record-given ‘titles’ for some reason.” He looked at his current Prestige class. “It was the same with [Enchanter’s Guild Affiliate] and that title.” Nido refused to say his nickname. “The Records knew that I was an Enchanter and THAT enchanter, plus acknowledging my magical skills in the Combat class. But this Voidborn thing, it gnaws my mind. Has the null plane changed me more than I think?”

Every time he had spent in a plane outside the physical one, it had been a very short stay. The enchanter couldn’t even quantify how much time he had really spent in there when even his core, the greatest computer in the world, wasn’t able to do it.

“If there’s one thing I must discover now, it’s what happened to my body.” Nido had tons of questions which needed answer, yet the fact that he had relinquished his humanity unknowingly scarred most than the plots of the divinities who may have negative opinions of him.