Well, that's done with… Tannr dealt with the pain as well as anyone I've ever seen, and better than many. He's biting his lower lip as I motion him over to the bar.
"Let me buy you a drink by way of an apology for that. What would you like - mead, maybe?"
"Gods, no! Whiskey, please."
"Good man." I give the bartender the order, tell him to make it a double. I remember my own branding… a double will just barely dull the edges of the pain.
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