[Taryon doesn't respond. Remaining in the waking world for any longer will have memories and despair resurface. He allows his mind to drift away and falls asleep.
When morning comes, no sunlight gently rouses the two men. There are no windows in this dungeon of silky sheets and expensive tapestries. Servants walk past their door without any care about what occurred in that room last night, and Taryon's dreams are a black void.
Lord Karnon slowly goes through his morning routine, takes his breakfast, and enjoys the quiet of the day. There will be much to do in the afternoon, but he has plans on properly meeting his new boytoys.]
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When morning comes, no sunlight gently rouses the two men. There are no windows in this dungeon of silky sheets and expensive tapestries. Servants walk past their door without any care about what occurred in that room last night, and Taryon's dreams are a black void.
Lord Karnon slowly goes through his morning routine, takes his breakfast, and enjoys the quiet of the day. There will be much to do in the afternoon, but he has plans on properly meeting his new boytoys.]