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Are you going to get drunk, and then I'll have to carry you? No.
Nicomed immediately realized that something was wrong with the ship, so he managed to regroup and take the safest possible position. Yes, it was painful and unpleasant, but nothing serious, so the histiocyte quickly recovered and looked around.
"Well... What was that?"
There were corpses on both sides of him. To the right, a little further away, was some kind of mage who seemed to be alive, but was apparently immersed in some kind of ritual. To the left, some young man was shaking a grate and spouting some religious nonsense. Nicomed decided to address him:
"Hey, you! Don't waste your energy, it's useless!"
Then his gaze caught Sotria and Mark, who were further away from Kirikos. He took a closer look and realized what they were planning.
"Heh... I hope they don't just run away, the two of them..."
Nicomed stood up, grabbing the grate for support, and began to carefully examine what was happening around him. The jailers were not very visible, but he could see that they were at least incapacitated.
"Okay, the ones at the end have the keys, but what am I going to do?"
