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Gorlim is in the bar, sprawled across the table in a booth. He looks like he probably didn't get much sleep (he was busy trying to put together a model psyche without the directions, or glue, or the little widget things that usually come in the kits with all the pieces). For that reason, as well as for the same reason he has bandages around his head (which he's trying to make less conspicuous by having hair like a scarecrow that's been dragged several miles along the ground tied to a spooked horse), he has the mother of all headaches. And a cup of tea.
And a sword.
He probably won't kill you if you come over for a chat (unless you're Martin), but don't piss him off. Your quality of life will explore new depths of truly deep shit if you do.
And a sword.
He probably won't kill you if you come over for a chat (unless you're Martin), but don't piss him off. Your quality of life will explore new depths of truly deep shit if you do.