Ple-Sen
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"A home, a large and noisy home, filled with all sorts of foreigners. I'm in a cook's apron, approaching a sack of potatoes. One of the potatoes looks at me. "Hello, my name is Kerlian," it says. "Sorry, Kerlian, I need to fry you, that dwarf is hungry," I reply, pointing to the bearded man greedily eating potatoes. As I raised the knife over the poor fellow, preparing to peel him, something heavy hit me in the back of the head. Everything around me went dark, and as I lost consciousness, I heard only a vague "Oh, sorry, I just wanted to ask if any generals had been around here?"..."
Slowly opening his eyes, Reynold sat up on his cot.
"What kind of nonsense was that?" he thought, yawning.
"However, it's not that important. It's probably already morning. At least, I don't want to sleep anymore," Trust concluded, fully awake, and, getting up, went to the common room, looking for his companions.
Many thanks to Imariske for the idea about dreams!
Slowly opening his eyes, Reynold sat up on his cot.
"What kind of nonsense was that?" he thought, yawning.
"However, it's not that important. It's probably already morning. At least, I don't want to sleep anymore," Trust concluded, fully awake, and, getting up, went to the common room, looking for his companions.
Many thanks to Imariske for the idea about dreams!