I'm sorry, Melonnin," Raefindan said. I seem to be experiencing hallucinations as well as general amnesia. I thihk it's high time for me to get some sleep. I'm sorry about the soup, but I've lost my appetite. I haven't touched it. Please feel free to put it back in the pot."
Raefindan got up and tried as hard as he could to go around the illusory image of a mage whose power went beyond all bounds of Arda, let alone the commons.
"I really must drink less of the heady ale around here," he murmured as he tilted his way up one flight of stairs and found the room appointed to him.
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