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Nogrod tried to answer Lalaith pointing towards the earlier Days with the Martinis but felt too dizzy to do that in the end... too many Mojitos today... with bad mint. But he was aware of everything that went by... or should we say: aware of nothing that happened. It was silent. Too silent for him to stay awake.
He tried to stay alert but sleep was crawling up on him. He fought against it but finally it did overcome him.
"Nessa's suspicion of Rikae seems like an easy one, fishing for a case others might bite into that is...? I'd give Rikae a Day at least to really prove her qualities..." Nogrod mumbled just before falling asleep.
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Upon the hearth the fire is red
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet...
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