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The creature hardly relexed. His good wing flapped once, a strong gust of wind blew over your face, your hood fell off. The creature seemed to be confused for a while
"Drow?" He leaned closer to you, and blew his nose in front of your face as if sniffing. "No, not a full drow" His expressions calmed a little, "So you are not sent by the caravans to finish me off"
He seemed to relex a little bit, and lowered his head. With a squrm, a flare of hope pass his eyes, he said "Will you help me?"
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