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They're at an Inn in the lands of Whitekeep, but do not sleep. When asked why, the human merely states that sleep scares them to death. Ever since evil pretending to be heroes, stole their brother's life. -- Anon Guest

[AN: Whitekeep's just one region in all of Alfarell. For most of the history, it was a quiet little Earldom that nobody cared about]

Bors was a man of rituals and superstition. If there was a day that he failed to don a protective charm, it was a day where he was laid up and incapable. He even took the time to ward his sleeping arrangements on the days where he had to sleep.

Betterment honestly believed that it was some kind of stoic warrior thing. No matter how often they berated the team's Fighter, he growled, "I have my reasons."

As the team's healer, they had had enough. "Are those reasons in any way related to giving me more work than I need?" the Hellkin nagged. "There's enough trouble in the world without you and your exhaustion making everything more difficult."

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