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Verloren, who had decided to follow the knight, scowled when she another one of those bloody knights with him, and they seemed to be arguing, or something. Running as quickly as her robes would allow, she dashed up to them, and made it soaking wet and her chest heaving. She really wasn't used to running in mud. Straightening herself, she fingered her dagger, a suitable spell preparing itself in her mind,
"Now what is going on here? Oh my, DK, you've got an arrow in your shoulder,"
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