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"UP, LAD, bathe and break your fast. The Fellowship will soon be gathering, and I am here to take you to them."
Graydon blinked uncomprehendingly at his awakener. Regor stood at the foot of his couch, on his face a broad smile that his scars turned into the grin of a benevolent gargoyle. He had changed the chain armor for the close-fitting garments that seemed to be the fashion of Yu- Atlanchi's men. Black Regor he still was, however, for these were black, and black was the cloak that hung from his immense shoulders.