“"Did you drink it all yourself?" I tried opening an eye but it seemed glued shut. I fumbled about until I found my face and peeled back a lid. I immediately let it slam back shut after a stabbing flash of light seared its way through the back of my aching eyeballs and into my skull. "Ahg-g-g. Go away. I think I am dying," I moaned to Lorenzo. Once again I felt as if I had been attacked by a horde of tin-mining trolls, tied to a tree, beaten unconscious with pickax handles and left for dead on t...he floor of my office--though usually the nocturnal patrons at the King's Wart Inn would tell a different story of ugly inebriation and wretched overindulgence in vices frowned upon by the dour, dwarfish priests of my troubled childhood. "Here, I brought you a plate of blood sausage for breakfast. I'm told it is one of your favorites. It is a bit greasy, but it is good and hot." I moaned and fought myself up onto wobbly legs that barely carried me to the water closet. Minutes later I staggered back into the office.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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