I'm sitting at a table back in the corner of my favorite pub in town, down the hill from my lofty estate. I take a deep drink of my mead...sighing as I fumble my fingers around the thick glass. Shit... I think I've had a bit too much to drink....how am I going to slip back in...? I say in slurry muttering to myself...feeling my cheeks flush a bit
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