no sleep, shiv in thigh

"How long has it been since you last slept?" Munda asked.

Gideon didn't know for sure. The pleasure of closing his eyes and drifting out of consciousness had eluded him for quite some time, and the comfort of a bed suddenly seemed like a distant memory. "Days," was all he could say with any degree of certainty.

"Rest for a bit," Munda said. "It looks like you could use it."

"Thanks, but not yet." Trouble was coming. It was here already, and it wasn't just on Zendikar.

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"Could never get a table," Dars replied. "I can't imagine you found him sitting there eating dessert by himself, though."

"Not exactly."

"You shouldn't have gone alone. But I have to admit that I'm impressed, and that doesn't happen very often."

"Don't be too impressed." Gideon unbuckled his greaves and rolled his right pant leg up above the knee. Gideon had tied one of the Millennial's cloth napkins around his leg, but it was now soaked through, and was doing little to keep the wound bound. "That grinning stain stuck a shiv in my leg."

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