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Norrington scrubbed at his eyes and dragged himself out of bed. He stared out the window. The sun was approaching the horizon, but it was not yet dark. He estimated it to be around 5 or 6. He'd only been asleep a few hours.
He was still dead tired, but the strange dreams he'd had wouldn't let him rest. They were mostly of his older brother taunting him or of his father chastising him, which weren't particulary unusual dreams for him to have, though he hadn't had them in a few years, but they quickly turned into nightmares of him groping around in the dark for he knew not what, and being chased by shadows. It didn't matter. He was hungry again anyhow. He stood up and dressed and headed back downstairs.
The tavern was still fairly empty, though there were a few more people than before. He suspected it would get a lot more crowded in a few hours. He crossed over and sat down at the bar. Dabria was busy carrying drinks to a group at a table near the back, but she soon turned around and caught sight of him...
He was still dead tired, but the strange dreams he'd had wouldn't let him rest. They were mostly of his older brother taunting him or of his father chastising him, which weren't particulary unusual dreams for him to have, though he hadn't had them in a few years, but they quickly turned into nightmares of him groping around in the dark for he knew not what, and being chased by shadows. It didn't matter. He was hungry again anyhow. He stood up and dressed and headed back downstairs.
The tavern was still fairly empty, though there were a few more people than before. He suspected it would get a lot more crowded in a few hours. He crossed over and sat down at the bar. Dabria was busy carrying drinks to a group at a table near the back, but she soon turned around and caught sight of him...