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~Leon~ In the morning the wound on my arm was healed and even though it's raised a little from the material in my arm it's not looking too bad. Matt took out the sutures before I left and now I have to make some noise to let what ever gaurds there are of my presents without letting them know I'm needing them to take me prisoner. After about twenty minutes of thrashing around here comes a group of trolls with spears pointed at me. I put my hands in the air to show my surrender. "Who are you? And why are you out here?" The one called Connor asks jabbing the spear at me a little. "I'm sorry I was running from a pack of wolves and got lost in the woods here." I grab the sling on my shoulder tighter and turn back around but there is now a ring of trolls. "Nah the
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