Thrice wakes up in the morning feeling like an E. Master. He grabs his armour and climbs up the ladder, he's going to hit the city. Before he leaves he brushes his teeth from a bottle of mead, because when he leaves for the day, he doesn't plan on coming back.
In english: Thrice wakes up, climbs the ladder, then starts searching for his friends, after having had a nice long pull at a skin of mead.