Thoughts dance around Laden like a mosh pit. He has nearly crossed back to the door, before downing his drink in one gulp, tossing the chalice. Fear felt as if it gripped him by the throat, as he sat down feeling concerned.
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Day meets night in quiet realms, as soon this truth so be undone.""From beneath your fate is stored, a mighty call of lions roar.""When in the time you seek reprieve, you find yourself most decieved.""Now pray for those of days to come, to meet the quiet realm unsung."Laden realized the bar was quieter then any time he could remember. Looking around everyone is just staring at him, and as he wonders why he is sitting down.
"WHAT?""YA BUNCH A IDJUTS" He stands opens the door turns back at everyone,
"BLASTED BUNCH A COCONUTS!" slams the door behind him and heads to parts unknown.