[Dorian steps into the coffee house, hoping only to spend a few twilight hours away from everything that haunts him. He acquires himself a cup of coffee, regrets the alcohol rationing, picks a seat nearer to Reid out of the new instinctive desire to place himself closer to foreigners and further from kedan, regrets the alcohol rationing, glances out over the coffee house, regrets the alcohol rationing, notices the stacks of paper, and really regrets that his coffee isn't spiked.
He opens conversation with the foreigner. He isn't sure why, except perhaps that it isn't his custom to be alone.] You'll have to tell me who your paper supplier is. Mine must be overcharging me.
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He opens conversation with the foreigner. He isn't sure why, except perhaps that it isn't his custom to be alone.] You'll have to tell me who your paper supplier is. Mine must be overcharging me.