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Alri
Alri hissed and roughly tugged back on the reigns, causing the horse to skid and rear to an agitated stop. Paying the animal no heed, Alri leapt gracefully off of its back and quickly strode to Xiang, his countenance filled with nothing but panic and concern. "By every shadow, is she all right?" His breath was heavy as he gazed down on the tiefling. He paused, brushed a lock of hair out of her mouth, and hissed as he pulled back slightly bloody finger tips. "Put her down, she's hurt." He then began filtering through various pouches strapped to his belt and legs. "I have some herbs that should help her in here..."
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