Creator: Zacharias Holmberg
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For the last five years he had woken up to the scents of the restaurant below and the music from across the street, but he had yet to grow tired of it. He was less used to waking up to a pretty selamandeshi girl on one side and a strapping yadeshi boy on the other, but such was life in Tol Valda.
After stretching his body and breathing in the cool evening air, he gently dampened their hearing and crawled out of bed, pondering if he should put on pants. He settled for "not yet". Striding through to the other room, he found the remnants of what seemed to have been a pleasant afternoon party. And, as luck would have it, there was a little bit left of the fun stuff. Swigging a mouthful from a few bottles, he went to the mirror, sizing himself up. The hair was a mess, and the rest was a jumble of lipstick and bite marks. All in all, it must have been a good afternoon.
He splashed his face with water, rearranged his hair and put on some new makeup. All the while dancing slightly to the music trickling in from the streets below. Finally, he decided, he would have to put on some pants.
It was time to go to work.