Fin shook his head in an attempt to wake himself up.
"Pull yourself together," he thought, "it's your own fault, drinking too much!"
He moved his horse forward until he rode beside Findereg, and smiled painfully as his stomach and head caught up with him.
"So, exaulted leader, should we fear any trouble in these parts?"
Findereg 'umm'ed as if in thought.
"Not that I'm worried or anything," Fin put in, pulling himself upright as he felt himself slowly slipping from the saddle.
"Oh dear," he thought, "this could be a problem!"
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