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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James Heard" data-source="post: 2964421" data-attributes="member: 7280">Stumbling out of his bunk with his head pounding again, Dragen tried to remind himself that he wasn't still in his cups  - No, just on a gods-forsaken deathrap.As he emptied his guts into the pot on the floor and wiped the filth from his mouth he wondered again, Why do I do this to myself? It's not as if it makes the stars at night any dimmer.On unsteady feet, he collected his precious bow and tumbled down the corridors onto the deck to attempt to do his morning exercises and limber up bones that were beginning to creak and protest too much even when they whispered into the draw of the string.I'm getting too old for this, he thought.Lucky you, he answered silently.</blockquote>