Although, happy to help, Aramil went through the motions of everything, his mind always on his troubles. He never got any peace from them, they constantly loomed over him and cast a shadow of gloom on his face.
Too many things flying around up there at once. I have to clear the clutter out
Maybe someone in the inn could help me out?
Carrying dishes did take his mind of things, so would ale, if he ever go back to it....
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