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For a moment, he was upset and angry; couldn’t she see how tired he was? Then the emotions disappeared, replaced by another wave of confusion when he realized he could not recall what they were talking about.

He latched onto the name of Mosskeep. Yes, he said, rather nonsensically and to nobody in particular. The lynx might be there. What lynx? That hadn’t been what he meant to say at all. Aventus frowned and stared off in the distance for a short while, then seemed to recover himself again.

Let’s go, he said thickly, getting to his feet again and trying to ignore the way everything lurched around him. He had to get out of here, get to Mosskeep, and then he could sleep. It proved a potent motivator, for he managed several shaky steps forward.