Dhourn wakes with a sickening crack, his limbs exhoing with the sound of twigs snapping as he comes to life. He looks around him, not recognizing much at first. Then, he sees them. A hero, dressed for adventure and standing before the beholder, weapons raised. He debates lraving the fight altogether, but knows he has little chance should the beholder try to follow him. Instead, he stands and fights, his weapons drawn and face set in a grim line.
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