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It was a heavy kind of feeling. Felt almost a little drowsy, or as if he was in knee-deep mud or tar without the wet sensation. It felt sticky and dimly unpleasant, and it certainly gave him pause, but for Syde, it was only an inconvenience.
He knew what it was right away, and he knew he was perfectly capable of stepping right out of it. But he was curious who had put it there for him, and what they wanted.
So Syde came to a stop, gazing down for the rug he stood on with a weary sort of sigh, as if he’d already had a long night. Likely the rug concealed the seal, or ring of salt, or whatever it was. He had been told by an acquaintance that another acquaintance wanted to meet him here, but now he suspected the former had merely been paid off to get him here and the latter probably wasn’t really involved at all. So who was?
“Was this really necessary?” He called to the room. “Really quite rude,” he added, half-mumbled.
