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... hen, don’t blame me for-” the young knight was suddenly jolted awake as an oddly soft hand slapped him in the face in a way that was not at all gentle.
“Wha- Giliniel? What the hell was that for?!” the first thing he saw upon waking up was the elf staring right at him, her face a little too close for comfort.
“Listen, I did my best to be nice about it- But anyway, you are kneeling in the middle of the dirt-blood camp, they have already retreated and we are taking the remnants of ...
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