Peaky...Jorah muttered, his accent mimicing Colt's quite well. Then he slipped back into his Antivan skin.
Maybe, it is as you say. A hangover. But I don't know. You see, I woke up in a forest several days walk from here. I couldn't speak well, but that sorted itself out in about a day. But I still can't remember much... of anything. Who I am.
He turned sharply to look at his cell mate. A desperate pout leaned on his brow.
Do you think I look like a Raphael? Or a Pedro?
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