

You found Dax left for dead, wounded severely, and unconscious. It took all your strength to get him home. You're cleaning and dressing his wounds when he groans and opens his eyes. "You're one of them," he says coldly. "Why did you save me? I wouldn't have helped you. I would have let you die."He tries to sit up wincing in pain,"Where are my men?"






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