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[of_mindelan]

[Pretend this happened in the morning.  Mindelan has a headache.  She didn't drink all that much, considering, but she's sensitive to that kind of thing.  Her writing's plainer than usual, with minimal effort put into each letter.]

The cider was supposed to have no alcohol in it.  Mithros.

Do they sell willowbark tea at the shop?

I can still work.  [She will just be extremely uncommunicative and Lump-ish today.]