Colin violently flung his arms out.
A sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over him, followed by a sharp impact to his head, as if he'd been punched.
He opened his eyes.
Colin found his head resting on the floor, while the lower half of his body was still on his small, straw-covered bed.
He'd rolled out of bed. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey man, could you please keep it down?"
A muffled voice called out from the other side of the wooden plank wall.
"Okay," Colin answered as he climbed back into bed.
Ever since the Blood Hand Gang had cornered him a few days ago, the attitude of his neighbors had changed drastically. He'd never thought he would actually hear someone speak to him so politely in the slums.
Colin glanced at the ring on his right hand.
He had started wearing the ring for the past couple of days. After all, the Great Druid had said there was no curse on it, and Donkexes hadn't noticed anything unusual either.
