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There was soft light in the room and soft footsteps on the wood. Ifahyd opened his eyes and had to think for a moment where he was before he moved.
He rolled onto his back. It was a good bed, but he missed his at the Estate. He was not used to being surrounded by people, but it was strangely comforting listening to the sighs and snores around him.
He looked and saw Laun was gone from between Edgar and himself. He looked and saw several figures moving in the room. He had to prop himself up further to make sense of it.
Four figures. Each with knives in their hands. Moving together, a deadly dance between the beds. They were all naked, two men, two women. They made little noises as they moved, quiet focus sounds as they battled invisible foes. »Read More