You slam your tankard down on the table in front of you and roar, "Who is responsible for this?" Nobody accepts the deed as their own, but you do hear some small scattered laughter. Of course, that doesn't serve to quell your rage. You grab the serving wench by the waist and draw you dagger, laying it against her neck. "Tell me who to kill or I'll just start with her!" you shout.
From behind comes something heavy. You don't see who swung it or what it was, but there's a sharp pain and burst of light before everything fades to darkness. You can't say what's done to you while you're out, but whatever it is stops you from ever waking up.