𝐑𝐞𝐝 sits, bridge of his nose pinched. Waiting in the foyer, crouched, crunching numbers. He didn't expect it to be like this. Maybe that event splintered more than just friendships and lives. This is more than he bargained for.
Nevermind now, it's already in play. He has to keep going. It's getting late. And he has someone to attend to, or someones.
It looks like the sun is setting, my friend. We should get you up to bed now, hm? A warm drink to send you off to bed, hopefully to help that pain you're feeling? I'm sure you've got quite the headache.
He's right. It's late, and something to take the edge off would be good. Sleep would be good. This is a lot to take in.
Come, we can talk in the morning. Head on up the stairs, friend, I'll be locking up the manor. Your drink will be sent up soon after.
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