C90 The Last Happiness!
Zopyrus would never forget that day.
He sat on the edge of the bed, draped in a voluminous Godsbane Cloak, his hands curled within the sleeves, his body hunched over. He drew in the acrid smoke of the old tobacco, resembling a forlorn old man neglected by the world.
"Zopyrus, thank you!"
Terpsichore beamed at him, her snow-white teeth gleaming
