You're out in the evening, trying to enjoy yourself at the local nightclub. You dance the night away, but paranoia takes over on a few occasions and you can't help but look over your shoulder a few times, worrying about what might be hiding in the shadows. Eventually you've tired yourself out and decide to leave the club. Your bodyguard Reuvan is right behind you, arms folded as he leans back against the wall, looking at you with what seems to be concern. "Do you feel well enough to walk home?"
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