Putting last night together and finding something!

Viktor immediately apologized to the woman, who turned out to be a priestess. "I don't usually act like that when I'm drunk... And usually, I at least have some recollection of it," he added. "Whatever was in that drink yesterday was clearly not normal... So, where is this?"

"This is the Temple of Dibella," she huffed. "I am Senna, one of her Priestesses."

"Wait, the one in Markarth?" Viktor blinked. "What in Oblivion? I started out in Whiterun! What day is it!?" She immediately confirmed that it was indeed only the next day. "Okay, this is bizarre," he rubbed his aching head.

"You were mostly babbling incoherent nonsense as you were throwing around trash," Senna sighed. "Though a detail did stick out. If you wish to retrace your steps, then clean the temple of your mess, and I will tell you what it was."

Viktor nodded. He considered that more than fair, and got to work immediately, picking up what was mostly empty wine bottles, and... Was that a fresh Giant's Toe? Useful alchemical ingredient, but where had he gotten that? "...damn it, did I get to fight a Giant last night, and not even remember it?" he sighed to himself. He felt gyped by his lack of memory of such an exhilarating experience.

Nonetheless, he continued, and paused as one of the pieces of "trash" stuck out. A glint of gold as he picked it up. Looked like an exotic lamp, something one might find in Hammerfell. It thrummed a bit as he picked it up, letting him know that it held some kind of magic. He pocketed it in his pouch for the time being. He'd figure that one out later.

"Good, you finished," Senna nodded once he had everything, keeping the toe and lamp, and binning the rest. "You mentioned something about Rorikstead."

"Thank you. Sorry for the trouble," Viktor replied. "I better get going, I clearly had quite a night..." With that, he headed to the gates of the city, bought a horse, and headed to Rorikstead.