Manardariel was tired. No, tired wasnŽt the right word. It was the sort of "Where am I who are you and what am I doing here???" feeling she sometimes had after consuming too much alcohol.
"I wanna die...." she moaned. "YouŽll live" someone said in her ear. Puzzeled she tried to turn her head. Who was that voice? Who was talking to her?
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