"As you wish."
Vatch waves a hand. You squeeze your eyes shut as a crawling feeling envelops you. It goes on for a very, very long time.
The Next Morning
Kitty Harlowe starts when she sees you the next morning, staring at your sweetroll as Brute plays in the grass at your feet. "Good heavens, Bandochel; what happened to you last night?"
"You'd really rather not know," you say forbiddingly, your hair still matted with sweat and grease that won't come out.
I'faith, the dream has soured your appetite on working up a rebuttal to the Jesterel songs. Let Gwendell take her petty jabs; you've got grander things to concern you. [+Bile]
Approaching The New Moon