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... Letho was leaning against the corner, his leather armor blown to smithereens. His arms, chest, and legs were scraped by the debris and charred by the flames, his face black with soot. He’s a mess, but at least he’s still alive. Their stock of potions had been used up, but Roy had three marigold potions left. Perfect. “How do you feel, Letho? Where are you hurt?”
Letho rested for a while, staring at the smokescreen with fear. “It’s nothing. I think I broke a rib and some bones in my right ...
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