[ Fjord is as good as his word, or at least he makes it look that way later as he's piling up blankets pilfered from other abandoned houses so the big bed is more of a nest. He keeps the dim bedside lamp on, liking the soft electric glow that isn't as bright as a candle but sheds the illusion of warmth on the room, even though the pretence of any heat is lost when he keeps his tunic and breeches on to sleep in.
He's full of goose and grapes, content enough to pretend to be falling asleep for ten minutes or so. ]
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He's full of goose and grapes, content enough to pretend to be falling asleep for ten minutes or so. ]