Yes

You had not feet this bad since you drank a whole barrel of wine meant to last Alisa a month. Your head pounded and you had no strength left, you felt like you had been hit in the head by a piece of lemon wrapped around a large gold brick. You were in the courtyard lying on your treasure pile, the sun showed that it was the next morning.

"Avast, foul beast." An unfamiliar voice rings in your ears. Oh great, just what you needed right now, a knight to fight. You look over and see the knight with a poleaxe, an odd but sensible choice. with the reach and power of that, he could be a reasonable threat. His armour is light chain mail which would protect against your teeth and claws and give him great mobility. You have a magical hangover and have been caught before breakfast.