Leaving my soup to the side, Lise left my bedside in favor of pulling out something from... behind my bed?
"Excuse me, Brother."
I couldn't even voice out my opinions as I watched Lise reach out for whatever it was she was trying to get from behind me. After a few seconds of rummaging over my immobile body, Lise pulled out a large continuous scroll the size of a decent poster from just behind my head. My eyes widened as I felt the telltale sensation of paper rubbing through my bandaged head as Lise dismounted my bed in favor of taking what I assumed to be the map towards the center of the room.
When the hell did that get behind me? I didn't recall someone ever using my room as a storage facility. Did that mean that they had already planned for my room to be the central meeting room despite my condition?!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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