It's embarrassingly late when Cullen finally wakes. He stumbles toward the desk -- it's like he has echolocation, but for jam -- and squints at the note.

And smiles, just for a moment, and folds the note, and slips it in the pages of his current volume of Kordillus Drakon's autobiography.





It's then he looks down and sees the letter.

Cullen lets out a breath, picks up the mug of cold tea, and downs the whole thing. Head's better. Good enough. Time to get dressed and see where everyone's got to.