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Kordo stumbles and falls to the ground. He grips his leg, wincing in pain.
“My own fault,” he grunts. “I don’t think I’ll be moving anywhere soon. Sorry about this, friends, but I’m going to need your help to get patched up.”
End the Day.
Kordo stumbles and falls to the ground. He grips his leg, wincing in pain.
“My own fault,” he grunts. “I don’t think I’ll be moving anywhere soon. Sorry about this, friends, but I’m going to need your help to get patched up.”
End the Day.