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Wesson following his master.
    Mazael finished his ale and felt the drink warm his insides. For a moment he considered joining the dance, perhaps finding a willing girl for later, but brushed the notion aside. He felt tired and sick. Maybe the food had been bad. If so, the innkeeper would regret it.
    Mazael climbed the stairs, leaving the dance behind, and pushed open the door to their room. Wesson had piled their armor and supplies in the corner, and a single narrow bed rested under the window.
    He shut the door behind him, undid his sword belt, and claimed the bed. Gerald and Wesson could have the floor.
    “See, Gerald?” he muttered. “You’re right. There are rewards for virtue. I get the bed and you don’t.”
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