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“Ugly” protested Julius, staggering to his feet as Hilde left the common room and calling after her, “I’ll have you know….I am…..one handsome…..devil!”

His stomach roiled at the sudden movement, threatening to bring up all of the sweet mead he had drunk over the night. Dice had never loved him and now, he was sure he could hear them cackling in glee. The little bastards have favored that young pup the church fathers had saddled him with. Or had he just drunk more of that mead in victory? He couldn’t really remember. There had been the dicing, drinking, jokes, more drinking, something about the barmaid, a few more drinks, then it got really fuzzy. Maybe he had won the game.

The Anorian couldn’t remember trying to sit down but suddenly he was flat on his back, the chair tripped over next to him and the rushes were in his hair. A chuckle bubbled out of his chest and quickly turned into a great, full-bodied laugh, which lasted several minutes. As the echoes of his irrational joy faded, the big man simply rolled over and began to snore.

Julius awoke to a burst of light and pain. Someone, most likely the innkeep, had open the inn’s door and the morning’s sun had blasted him with it’s full fury. Clapping a hand over his eyes and pressed to his aching head, he stumbled to his feet and over to the darkest corner in the common room. His bladder felt full to bursting but there was one way in heaven or hell that he was going to go outside to find the privy. With a groan, he placed his head down on the table in front of him and tried to block out the light with his arms.