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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Axel" data-source="post: 5867268" data-attributes="member: 93196">DeclanDeclan was glad to be offered some food.  In truth, he was starving.  Who knew how many days it had been since he had last ate.  "Help me up, I want to sit on the bed," he said to the nearest nurse.  It was lucky he had gone to kneel after standing on purpose, or it may have happened involuntarily.  As the middle-aged woman helped him up, he heard the others speak.  "I am Declan, for those that have displaced the memory from before with more poignant recollections.  We give up our family names on entering the priesthood, but I was born Declan Rivers.  I am most pleased to meet you all again."  He sat for a minute, remembering and gathering his strength.  The petite, black haired woman who had been standing on the stage in a short negligee undressed without hesitation.  Declan watched - she clearly didn't mind and she was quite fetching.  A win for all concerned."I am ready to stand now," he directed to the nurse as the young lady turned away.  Declan couldn't remember her name, or even if she'd introduced herself, he thought as the nurses strong arms lifted his small body by the armpits.  He sighed, and began to undress himself, with a good deal more self-consciousness than the black haired girl.  I wonder what happened to Mirandia.  It would be cruel of the gods to take her life.  Thinking of her brought memories of the earlier parts of the night back, and Declan's frail body betrayed his thoughts in full view of the rest of the room.  </blockquote>

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