He could have wept from relief when he was finally upstairs in a quiet room inhabited only by him, Teller, and Fynn. "That was interesting." He really wished the room would stop spinning.
"Drink this," Teller said after he'd had Rath sit on the bed furthest from the door. "It'll keep you from feeling completely awful in the morning." He turned to Fynn. "I could string them all up by their damned genitals for doing this to him the very moment he arrived. They couldn't wait until tomorrow, spread it out over a few hours with plenty of food and water? What were they thinking?"