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Pandaros
Pandaros readied another shot, holding it while he waited for a sound from the ettin. He wasn't sure if the first arrow had hit anything, but judging from the lack of complaints from his companions at least he hadn't hit them.
"Gods, whoever is listening," Pandaros thought through the pantheon and picked his favorite, "Bacchus, let this next shot be a good one. If it hits, I swear I'll get blind stinking drunk in your honor."
Never make promises you don't intend to keep, his instructor had always said.
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