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Vindson
Heroes? Again? Vindson had been reluctant even the first time he had to take the mantle of saving others upon himself. The adventuring life afterwards had suited him, and he had no complaints, but he was not a born hero.
"I guess that all we can do is wait...if all turns to hell, I'll have to accept the priest's offer of doing something with my leg. I'm of not much use if every step I make is another moment of agony."
Vindson smiled when he saw Oley pour the drink from his flask. "You know, old friend, whatever everyone says in this town, whatever the minor mishaps with your experiments might have been, you always knew when you needed to have a clear head."
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