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Graicus meanwhile had fallen into his bunk. His drunken world catching up with him ever so slightly delayed, making him nauseous as the bed he was lying in felt like it was whirling around.

Maybe he'd forget Pavo in the morning, which had been the goal of this bender.

The gladiator lay there in cold sweat, semi-conscious. The dark magic that promised him he could see his friend again had torn open a wound Graicus had thought healed years ago. Before he had taken up championing in Arenas. And it was clear this was one thing he was unable to deal or cope with. Too stubborn to ask for help and without answers Graicus stood for perhaps the hardest challenge for him yet on this journey.

While his delirious mind pondered over these implications he fell fast asleep.