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Overcoming the headache, Maiven peeked out from the salad and tried to remember yesterday, but all that remained were fragments of memories, and putting them together seemed like a difficult task. When he noticed that someone was looking at him, he immediately tried to justify his situation and get out of it with dignity.
"You know, they make very tasty salads in this tavern," the halfling replied to the yore's piercing gaze, then silence hung in the air, forcing him to continue, and he added, "and you can also use them as a pillow, or maybe even for other purposes. Although, I can say that it is best suited for its original purpose. You should definitely try it sometime. By the way, are we acquainted?"