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His hands moved to his head in an attempt to steady himself, adn he was glad he was sitting down now. When the worst had passed yet again, he took a sip of the wine.
"Thanks.. no details, no. It's enough to make one sick."
He grimaced when he realised how true that was.
"Skye eh? You have your own dragon, right? Must be cool, flying through the air, doing some wild spinning manouvres, making a loop... euh, yes..."
He struggled to hold back another wave of nausea.
"Must be cool..."
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