The last thing you remember before falling unconscious was being punched in the face by some drunk guy at the tavern you were at.

You slowly wake from your slumber in a bed that isn't yours. You take some drowsy glances around and realize this isn't your house at all.

You shift over onto your side and notice a red haired man sitting on a chair next to the bed, his eyes closed, seemingly asleep. How strange.

Did he help you last night?