9. Chapter 9: Barrels Out of Bond
Wine, warm and sweet, slides down my throat. It had been too long since I had partaken—wine of this quality does not often come to the humble servants.
Merrily, we share the bottles and toast a good day: the prisoners have ceased their endless grumbling and tonight they'll reveal their secrets!
I pass into pleasant dreams, muddled with rustling feet and a soft metal clang, until….
"Wake him! Shake him!" Bothersome elves!
Annoyed, I watch them roll the barrels in the water. Some bob heavily, and for a moment, I wonder if I did forget to separate the empty…
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