Honestly, Toren's head hurt so hard he couldn't remember what continent this inn was even on. He slapped the wooden table in the dimly lit interior and yelled for some food.
Eventually, the innkeep brought over some porridge and milk, which Toren started shoveling into his mouth. He looked...
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