Cromthal giggled at the sight of Rirrym being pushed over by the dog. He remembered once how he himself somehow had ended up with one of his master's dogs sitting on his head.
Cromthal leaned back against the pillows with a sigh. What a night! First dogs scaring you out of your skin, and now being shaken awake by nightmares! You are entirely too old for this Cromthal!
"Cromthal? What's that on you hand?" Rirrym asked. Cromthal had a small purple spot on the back of his left hand.
"Hmm? Oh, that just proves how terribly clumsy I am. I was sitting on the ground a couple of days ago and as I was getting up I stepped on my hand. Only I could stop on my hand. I trip over my own feet too." He smirked as he said this, poking fun at himself.
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