Your tired, your breath is uneven, and thorns from the bush pierce through gour clothing. Her derros circle you as slobber drips and oozes from their maws whilst she looks down at you, each of her steps heavy Grace: Don't tell me this is the end my prey, for you to die like a lamb. Just then Caelin approaches like thunder on her horse, lifting you off the ground by your collar whilst at the same time shooting crossbow bolts at the derros
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