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The knock was repeated. Sorka got up painfully and went over to open it. The servant fearfully held the tray out to her. She looked at it and tried not to retch. Then she took it and shut the door. Setting it down on the nearest piece of furniture--a chair--she went over to dig in her pack. She knew she had some kind of potion in there somewhere for a hangover.