(No, that's fine :))

Victor stood as he saw one of his fellow High Guard warriors scrambling down the path to his small home. As the man drew closer, he noticed it to be a good friend of his, Corwyn. He'd always enjoyed this guy's presence. Stepping off the porch, Victor patted Corwyn's shoulder with one of his large hands, speaking with his low, deep voice. "You catch your wind, I just woke up, and need to figure out where my shoes went." He chuckled and turned away, jogging up the steps and into the small abode.

Upon entering the house, he wandered into the kitchen and grabbed a flask that he blieved to contain brandy, and drained the last third of it's contents, enjoying the warmth and alertness it provided him. Scanning the room, Victor found half a loaf of bread, which he also took and tore pieces off with his teeth, chewing quickly as he moved back to his bedroom. His leather boots were resting awkwardly on a table, and he threw them on. ' Was I really that drunk last night..?' he wondered as he laced up the boots that he'd retrieved from the table. He couldn't remember placing them there; not at all. after securing his footwear, Victor strolled out and down the steps again, munching on his now quarter-loaf.