On the opposite nightstand, an additional surprise waited for him, and Saffron plucked it up before sinking back into the pillows with a long exhale. Smiling to himself, he touched the front where his name was written in Cylvan’s handwriting, opening the card and wiggling his feet in glee. Stay where you are. You are safe. If you wake before I return, I deserve punishment without mercy. The inn attendant left the room not much later, though Saffron noticed how they glanced last second back to where he rested, disheleved, useless, exhausted in the bed. Saffron almost smiled at them in
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