It was nearly noon the next day by the time that all of the guests were up and mobile again, especially the ones that had passed out in the main hall during the party.
The witches had kindly provided low-grade healing potions in all of their rooms for the morning, bot for the hangover and the stiffness in their bodies that would come from sleeping in a chair or on a stone floor.
It was all that anyone really needed. The hangovers from Dwarven liquor and Elven wine weren't all that bad for most species, and the revellers had restrained themselves a little bit so that they weren't wandering around drunk at breakfast and embarrassing themselves.
This was an official function, after all.
Instead, they had gotten inebriated to the point of unconsciousness, and then had a nice long sleep and prepared to do it all over again.
