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Archibald Craven has been practicing meditation in the (Dreaming) woods outside Milliways. The still place in his mind gets easier to find the more he practices. Sometimes, lately, when he thinks he hears Lilias calling his name, Archibald can even ignore the voice. Instead, he focuses on a squirrel in a small hollow, or a sparrow perched upon a branch, or a few white blossoms growing in the shadow of one of the trees.
Having spent a few days in this way, Archibald comes into the bar tonight looking rested and calm.
Having spent a few days in this way, Archibald comes into the bar tonight looking rested and calm.