Searing pain shoots through ever nerve in Neffydd's body, stiffening every swollen joint... an icy breeze scrapes it razor edge along her exposed flesh...
The minions are dancing and screaming in shrill voices somewhere too close.
Warder Sullens brings a small bottle of pressed tablets and the rattling noise is akin to marbles bouncing off her skull. He opens the bottle and hands her a giant tab. She grabs the mug at her side, places the tab between her teeth and flips it back to her throat while she takes a long swig of the sickly-sweet dark liquid. She grimaces at the tepid temperature and grainy texture but the stimulant should help.
She leans back into the cushions of her bed and closes her eyes, just for a moment...
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