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. The elder smiled sympathetically and
asked if he wished to rest now. The draconian muttered an
affirmative.
The sleeping room proved to be as drab as the rest of the
speakers hovel, though it mattered little to B'rak at this point. He
only wanted to lie down and forget the buzzing in his head. He
wanted to forget Black Robes and struggles for domination. When
Eliyah finally stopped before a pile of pillows and blankets, the
captain virtually flung himself to the ground. It was not the most
comfortable position for one of his kind, with his wings all
crunched up, but he was beyond caring about such trivial things.
The Speaker made to leave, but the draconian summoned him
back.
"See to it that I rest peacefully, elf. No one, especially the
Black Robe, is to disturb my slumber."
Eliyah looked down at him with great seriousness. "You shall
not be disturbed, my son. We shall see to that."
B'rak smiled and drifted off, oddly assured by the statement.
Soaring like a bird. High in the heavens. Below him, some of
the creatures cursed to a life on one level trudged along their
dreary way. He swooped down on them, frightening the lot. They
scattered hither and yonder, calling out his name in terror.
He had not meant to frighten them. Not really. They were an
interesting group, these small creatures. Dwarves, most likely. He
landed gracefully and called to them, telling them that he meant no
harm, was only trying to have a little fun
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