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... e, to be exact. Wrapped in a blanket so fluffy it felt illegal. A ceiling that looked way too nice to be a tavern. And not a single trace of the usual sting of alcohol in the air.
Short answer—nothing. This was exactly what he wanted.
Except for the part where his head felt like someone had bashed it with something between a tree trunk and a small building. He couldn’t quite narrow it down.
He rubbed his eyes. Vision still blurry. Everything soft around the edges.
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