Just as he felt to be ready to fall asleep, though he had already engaged in this activity for a while, one of the newcomers- a man, it seemed- was calling him over. Herlion was suddenly surprised for a moment, as he was rather used to being treated as a piece of furniture- noticed, but ignored- so he paused for a moment, not sure whether it was him who had been called, or somebody behind him.
Finally he stood, stretching, and walked towards the other man. There was a rather surging crowd in the inn, however, so it took him some time to find a path through the strangely assorted groups all around which did not involve much pushing or shoving.
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"Glue... very powerful stuff."
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