"I'm also getting quite tired.
It's been one hell of a day. One could also call it a hellish day."
Michael chuckled at his remark as he laid down on a bed and closed his eyes.
"Goodnight, folks. Try not to kill eachother."
It was at this moment Berethor remembered the healing spell that he had learned long ago. Royal grace, a spell that would heal the entire party over time. He quickly cast it and felt very tired afterward. "You should be fine by morning. Sleep well." he mumbled to Mia as he collapsed into a bed of his own.
"She was four. And you just hit her with a glass bottle." Jack says. He smokes himself and Sarah away, then they grab Sofia and smoke her away from the TV screen playing the entire incident.
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