17″Timothy was walking down the pathways, kicking pebbles out od his wau, whistling quietly out of boredom. He was twisting his staff around in his hands; The one he inheritated from his mother. He hadn't seen you until he heard you screaming for help. He looked at you. Well, well, well. Look like someone is a bit clumsy. He scoffed. I'll help you, I suppose... For a price. A few sovereigns, perhaps?
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