He lurched forward, bones creaking with effort. He had only just barely closed his eyes a few moments ago. He pushed onto the couch with his hands and propelled himself back to his feet. He was exhausted, but he had to make sure the students got on their way. He went to the window and saw each of the five carriages in the main courtyard. A few men were scurrying back and forth like a trail of ants carrying boxes from a doorway to the carriages. It was the food Orres had ordered sent with the students. Master Wendal opened the door and announced himself. “Master Orres, I brought you some coffee. I thought you might need it.” Orres waved it off. “I never much liked the stuff,” he said. Wendal set the pitcher and cup on the desk. “I didn’t say I thought you might like it,” he replied. Orres turned a sour face on Wendal and Wendal shrugged. “Forgive me, I don’t mean to be rude.
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