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Nogrod's head was humming. He had clearly overdone the celebration of last night's wolf-kill. One too much man? Gettin' old nowar'we? He now regretted taking the "one more" pill before going to sleep.
He had managed to join the others on the square in the morning anyhow, though he felt dizzy and his senses were still being subdued. The actual data collected by his senses here and now and his memories of the last day were beautifully mixed with his quite private visions.
There was a horde of leaves that were chasing a host of Emperor penguins which tried to catch a plateful of pancakes that were just running amok. He tried to pinpoint the pancakes but had crashed to a door. He fell beneath it just before the dragon bursted its fiery breath, burning the whole inn that had asked him for some weed. He tried to cool himself with a pint, but the pint had accused him of bad habits and fainted, melting away. He was shot through the galaxies just to meet a falling spermwhale shouting "No time Tolouse!" and falling and falling. And there was no thief around to pick the big and stony concrete thing from its path.
"No!" he yelled just before landing face on to the kitchen floor. His nose was bleeding. Blood? A bit lot I daresay brother. "What the..." he called and the others came to the kitchen after him.
It was somewhat unclear to Nogrod whether Jenny had really died or just vanished as he followed others to the bar. He was confused also. They had done so well last night but now there clearly was a problem again. Didn't they just win already? It seemed not. He took a pill from his pocket and swallowed it as he went. Cool now man, cool now...
In the bar Nogrod ordered a gin-tonic from Wilwa and sat back to a cosy armchair, sipping the cool drink slowly and listening to Boro, Volo and Lommy making their points. Then he fell into his thoughts for a while. The abyss was coming to him again. He had just a little time.
Swiftly he sprang up and declared aloud: "Brothers, sisters,... if we have a go today, we go for it! Lemme be clear, we go for any go. But if we have not? Man, what to do?" he took some strengtht from his glass and continued: "I really would like to see our quiet companions to step forwards today. By witholding your mind you may hope to stay safe but if even one of you is a wolf? Well, cursed be the day then and shame on us not bothering to look for where the ghosts abide. No excuses today, no anymore! Get involved or be suspected! I mean, down south..." Nogrod started a mumbling monologue that was slowly dying down to a mere babble about sneaky drug dealers and gang wars where some had sneaked themselves to win great prices with just staying in the shadows.
Then it was time for Nogrod to fall into the shadows himself. He literally fell to the armchair and passed out. The glass cracked to the floor as he fell.
EDIT: X-posted with Macalaure
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