Burning flesh and fire in the heart

Jäwell fell asleep in his alcohol. When he woke up, there was no strange girl, no Archanium, and not even a grotto. He scratched his head and thought for a moment that he dreamt of the recent events. The prince chuckled, "Of course, it was a nightmare. Making a deal with the golden bird? What a joke." 

As he said it, he passed his hand on his hair, but when he saw it, he realized that the inside of his hand had been burned, making him understand that at least some parts of what happened were real, "Oh sh…"

The feeling was the same as this time when he had a debauchery night in the capital and found himself in his bed, emerging from his drunken state with an arm on his chest. It would have been a minor incident if there was not just an arm. The prince had no memories of this party and he had to go to Ajira with the arm, removed from the rest of the owner's body, explaining how he ended up waking up with just an arm on him.