Conan pulls the hood of the cloak on over his head as he chops and gathers wood by the river. He stops when he sees something floating in the water. He dives in and carries you out. He takes his gloves off, pushing your matted hair off your face, his hands glow creating a blue flame that spreads acrossed you. You gasp, spitting water up and your eyes widen at the flame, but you feel no heat. "Where did you come from? How did you make it down stream?"
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