Kynnen 68/85
Kynnen walked a few feet away, and when he was comfortable he was out of the skeleton's range, he sat down on the dirt cross-legged. With the skeleton groweling, and sweeping the ground with his sword, Kynnen calmly unbuckled his armor to inspect his new wounds on his back. It wasn't a bad as he thought, but that didn't mean much, since Kynnen always assumed the worst. It wasn't bad enough to try and bandage it, as knowing his skill, he would likely fail and make a bigger mess. Instead, Kynnen turned to the skeleton who was still dedicated to raising the dirt around him with his sword. "So, who was this Manessah?"
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