Sam looked up from his nourishment decisions to witness Kael storming out causing him to raise an eyebrow.
"I think I might be putting too much power in these potions."

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It was a nice and shady spot. The air was thick with the scent of all kinds of food. His belly was full.
Horace lay on top of the bar and life was good.
Around the room was packaging of food, dirty plates and used pans. Strewn about like a whirlwind had rushed trough the already fairly demolished house.
With Horace at the heart of the storm. He wished this moment would never end.