As if it wasn't enough that last night ended so late it was close to the afternoon, and the amount of meed Roug'haun heaved all through it could easily put a horse to sleep. No, that bleedin' fairy kept nagging in that high-pitched voice that could crack glass. On and on about 'duty' and 'what if'. As if that uptight lass couldn't help herself in the streets.. ..and she couldn't. He knew. And his head hurt like- Graphite pencil, colored in PS.