Chapter 35. Playing Cards
A pair of Squires lashed past, playing some sort of game that appeared to have no rules. I leaned forward, watching how they handled their lashes and twisted their bodies, and was moderately impressed. They were fast and accurate, but could improvise. Those were critical skills for lashing.
I shifted, following their progress, but eventually my eyes drifted down to my wrist, the urge too strong to resist.
The pills from the Medica had evidently hit me instantly-I certainly couldn't remember anything after taking the first set.
I could barely remember getting fry-bread before swallowing them. I didn't know what to expect with this pill, or how long it would hold, but I expected it to work almost instantaneously.
But no-not these, apparently.
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