Aren’t you going to hit him?” Either asked.“I don’t feel like it.”“Good gods.” Glendale stood. “This is worse than we thought, Éibhear. Up, brother.” Glendale grabbed Brain’s arm and pulled him to his feet. “There is only one answer for this.”“Which is?”“Drinking and eating. The whoring we will keep until we get you good and drunk.

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