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Jonal Turamarth 01/78 00/56
He could not believe his luck. He thought that he was doomed to die, for he had not the strength to get to help on his own...and now somebody had shown up! To make things really interesting, the people that found him were not scavengers, but helpful people.
He could no longer sit up, for whatever muscle that required that action had given up. He lay there, finding his throat too sore to speak in a normal voice, so his rasply responded,
"Bandits...kill....friends...I fought...tried...not strong enough..."
~cough, cough, cough~
"Have friends...near...please"
~cough, cough, cough~
He hoped that this was enough, and he also hoped that he could get by with nobody checking his satchel.
[ 02-27-2006, 08:54 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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