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Adam flinched and turned around, looking at the people with furrowed eyebrows. 

"What's wrong?" Markus asked him. After he had changed his clothes he had joined his best friend for dinner at the main hall. They had a variety of steaming hot food but he didn't seem to be willing to eat. He had left Daniel at the deck, wet and cold. Maybe his behavior was actually immature. 

"I, I thought I heard of something." He said and his friend looked at him as he took a sip from his wine. 

"Could it be, the voices?" he joked and raised his eyebrows. His best friend sighed and rubbed his forehead, hoping that one day his tactless jokes would stop.