[His head feels like it wants to explode. The half elf currently being crushed lifts a hand and claps Harry on the side. Golden threads and raven feathers race down his arm and heal the damage that has been done to him.
He drops the arm.] I’m sure the Bull is thinking alright. Going to go again or go have a drink?
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He drops the arm.] I’m sure the Bull is thinking alright. Going to go again or go have a drink?