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Deciding he had heard quite enough he gave Svieva a tight smile before downing the contents of the flask with a grimace on his face. It looked like black tar and probably tasted like it too.

Afterwards, he smacked his lips while he looked down at the bottle. It had been refilled once more as if he had not drank its contents just now. It made him feel uneasy, but it was the price he had to pay to keep Hircine off his scent.

The gladiator pressed the flask into Svieva's hands and placed his head on her lap to use as a pillow. Eyes closed, arms crossed and with a small smirk on his face the gladiator fell into a deep deep sleep. It didn't take long, it could be pinpointed precisely at the moment his smile disappeared and his face took on a neutral expression not too dissimilar to a corpse primed for a funeral pyre.

Graicus wouldn't wake now for at least eight hours.