As we walked back to my rooms, Greer spoke over his shoulder, “If I may, Mister Bascombe, the reason you're feeling so tired is the, um, the Goblin's Nog, Sir. Humans don't handle it quite so well as we Elves do.”

That made sense. I was fine before taking the dose. “It's just that Mag'stula was …”

“Yes Sir, I'm aware of her invasive tactics. She isn't as gentle as Count Pelisir. And, before you ask Sir, yes I do know everything that's going on. I've been with this family for over 800 years. I'd be a poor servant if I knew less.”

“I see, Mister Greer, well that certainly makes sense. Allow me to apologize then for speaking down to you. Had I know…”

“Quite alright, Mister Bascombe. I am a servant after all. Just be aware that I'm one of the ones looking after you. All is not what it seems with me,” he laughed, “I'm more than capable of defending you as well as any Assassin from Yagdiz.”

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I laughed as well. “Mister Greer, one thing I'll be grateful for is when my presuppositions once again mean something. I thought I had a good head on my shoulders when I came here and now I don't know if any of my knowledge is worth a damned thing.”

“Well, Sir, I can tell you for certain, when it comes to your experiences in Nez Ambríl, follow your eyes and your heart before you rely on your mind. If you have any questions, please come to me. And I mean come to me first before you bother Queen May. She has much on her plate these days.”

“You've got a deal, Mister Greer. After a nap, I may have some for you.”

“I look forward to it, Mister Bascombe. Oh, and no need to check your underbeds, you've had no new visitors. Not since the last one at least.”

He left me to my rooms and to my bed, and I fell into a sleep as deep as the Abyss.

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