"I... cannot hold my ale well. But It has been sometime since I had any food from my homeland. Like a good joint of mutton. and I always wanted to try this Shepard's pie..." Dolemeck hissed, feeling the rubbing alcohol being applied to his side first, before his back. He was trying his best not to curse, as it hurt! "Maybe I should go see one of these pubs. But as for hosing, I am still as you say in this era "screwed". I cannot sleep on the streets, as I am told that is dangerous! Plus those demons could come back after me if I am alone."
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