<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Victor stuck his head into the hall, looking left and right before his attention was arrested by a moan. “Keep it down in there!” Victor yelled at the soldier’s door. He was about to close the door when his foot struck the boy laying at the door step.<br/>
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“What kind of establishment have I wandered into tonight?” Victor’s alter persona mused before dropping a coin on the boy’s back. “Have a pint on me...and sleep it off elsewhere!”<br/>
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He slammed the door shut. </span></span></span>