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Reinlief led Atlas to a room that was hidden from the noise of the underground cave. This room was something like a relief center, albeit a fairly simple one. It had a bed at one corner, and a table with two chairs at its center. There were no windows, but the place was as cold as a frozen lake; however, neither Reinlief nor Atlas seemed bothered by the extreme temperature. This was Reinlief's room.

The two sat facing each other, with several jugs of mead before them. They drunk like camels, and didn't seem to have a limit to their alcohol capacity, for they just kept on going.

"Why didn't you let us know that you were coming?" Reinlief chugged a full jug of mead before ruthlessly slamming the empty container onto the table, an action that ellicited a small tremor in the earth. However, the table which received the brunt of Reinlief's force was unharmed; neither was the jug.

"Well, it isn't exactly easy to reach you these days," Atlas chuckled as he gulped down mead from the huge mug
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