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Pomrick sniffed through his cerulean nose, nodding, pushing himself up from his comfortable seat with great effort. The bench wobbled as his heel caught it, nearly tripping him, before he and the piece of furniture refound their balance.
He sighed again, more melodramatic than a tragedy mummer. He scratched his neck while following Nilamani to find a healer that hadn't retired to their quarters yet.
"You know, maybe there is a club for a boot-tossing. I'm a pretty damp--dapper hand at that . . ."
His words echoed in the dining hall, draining of people, perked up with some spirit and lightness. Their forms disappeared through the shadowed alcove leading out.
He sighed again, more melodramatic than a tragedy mummer. He scratched his neck while following Nilamani to find a healer that hadn't retired to their quarters yet.
"You know, maybe there is a club for a boot-tossing. I'm a pretty damp--dapper hand at that . . ."
His words echoed in the dining hall, draining of people, perked up with some spirit and lightness. Their forms disappeared through the shadowed alcove leading out.