Awakening in the inn

It’s a slow start to the morning as you drag yourself out of bed. Shaking off the drowsiness, you don your clothes and armor before heading out. On your way down the inn stairs, it seems many drunk and sleeping people still lay about the tavern floor. It would seem you missed a pretty wild slam poetry night. You sit at the bar and order the breakfast of eggs and sausages. Gobbling it down you pay and head for the door. As you’re nearing the door, a drunk patron perks up and grabs your ass, pinching it through your leather pants.