[RPG][ATA][Eston] Aftermaths

[Vincent Plouffe]

Sarigan had long since finished his own brandy, and was now working on the 
dregs from those bottles he'd originally passed on to his healers as a peace 
offering for yesterday's little series of physical mishaps. The attendants 
had passed out hours ago; one with a rather large, raw steak saddled 
uncomfortably between his legs.

"Say, do you think you could stomach the sight of zombie brains? You've got 
a dragon's share more spirit than the grunts I've had the privelege of 
getting slaughtered with lately."

The local harlot had proven considerably more adept at sedating the knight 
than his physicians had. By the time she was ready to leave, Sarigan was 
convinced of her divinity and had completely forgotten about the priest he'd 
called for. She had, after all, exorcized the demon, of sorts.

The waifish girl gave him a pat on the head, flashed her most brilliant 
smile, showing only a few missing teeth, and grabbed what little was left in 
his purse on the way out. He smiled, that drooly, lazy smile of an 
intoxicated lover suffering the after-effects of blood loss from two 
distinctly different sources, and let sleep reclaim him.

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