Seasick

     I made it back to the Imperial City late at night and went as fast as I could to my home in the waterfront district. Walking up to the door I felt that something was slightly amiss, but I couldn't figure out what it was, so I chose to ignore it.
     "Pages blur together as the book of life closes." I said. It was some corny junk that Hassiri came up with as a password for the spell on the door. But the door remained shut.
     I said it again.
     Nothing.
     I said it more forcefully.
     Nada.
     I was far too tired to care about why my stupid passphrase wasn't working, so I opted just to rent a bed somewhere for the night. I recalled that there was an inn built out of a docked boat just a little ways down the road called The Bloated Float and decided that it was my best choice considering proximity. I picked up my stuff and headed over.
     A high elf named Ormil runs the place and offered me a room at a modest price of 10 gold pieces. While he went to get the key, I looked about the tavern area of the inn and saw only a few people; his Orc bouncer at a far table drinking and singing to himself, and three hooded figures discussing something hurriedly at another table. Ormil handed me the key and informed me the rooms were on the deck below, so I walked toward the door leading down. As I passed the table with the hooded figures I heard one of them with a woman's voice whisper "Minx" to another, as though she was addressing someone. Half asleep anyway, I kept walking downstairs to my room. It was a tiny alcove with just enough space for the bed and my stuff, but I paid it no mind. As soon as my head hit my pillow, I was out.
     I woke up, scratched my scraggly face, and stretched out.  I could hear the soothing sound of the ocean and feel the rock of the boat. It made me want to just lay back down and take a day off. Until of course I recalled that this boat was anchored on the shore and was not supposed to be moving.
     I couldn't decide whether I wanted to go outside of my room to see what was happening or not. If I stayed here, I could remain out of any craziness that was going on outside my cabin and simply sleep away until it fixed itself. But then again, who's to say that it would ever fix itself? And even if it did I knew it would bother me if I never knew what happened. I cracked my door open just slightly.
     Peering out, I saw a man in leather armor with a fairly standard steel sword guarding a closet intently, he even appeared to be threatening it. It took me a while to realize that the drunk bouncer I had seen last night was being held in the closet. I picked up the heaviest thing I could see, a barrel, and snuck out towards the guy. I raised the barrel high above my head and brought it down as hard as I could, and with a loud clock he was on the ground.
     Oh gods. I just killed a guy.