Uvatha dismounted slowly, almost falling, holding on stirrup, before decided to walk in direction of barn, with head low. He was back from the town and it was very late, in fact it was very middle of night.
He lead horse inside the barn and unsaddled it with much difficulty, too bothered with dizziness to clean it, just leaving and climbing on the ladder, crawling then on four to his bedding and falling with face down, before turned on back and fell asleep in instant.
He was still snoring slightly, when someone climbed at the ladder. It was late morning and Rowan only sighed, seeing his state, intending to go back, but man sudden opened eyes - weirdly alert, even in such condition.
- Morning. - Rowan turned head in disapproval - You're smelling like destillery...
- I may... exaggerate a bit... yesterday.
- And what happend to your face? - he noticed, young man had dark, bluish bruise, as was hit in the eye.
- I had a little.. misunderstanding... with o