Nimlot asked Fendril "How well can you fight?"
"Well enough. But I run, none the less." he replied.
"A deal then." Nimlot offered "I will follow you and help you get away from who ever is chasing you. But... You tell me everything. You buy me equipment from your own pocket. I will obey your commands, but when I say something, you comply. Deal?"
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