Mort - bed

“Yes, but that was on business,” declared Mort, waving his hands in the air. “That wasn’t everyday, that’s different. And—”

He paused. “The way you’re looking at me,” he said. “They looked at me the same way in the inn this evening; What’s wrong?”

“It was the way you waved your arm straight through the bedpost,” said Keli faintly.

Mort stared at his hand, and then rapped it on the wood.

“See?” he said. “Solid. Solid arm, solid wood.”

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