Love mends even the broken parts
Loren let out a huff of laughter as Deimos brought up the cannibals. Pulling out the bird's intestines, the healer shook his head. "We've thinned their numbers out pretty well, but you're right we're probably due for another attack some time soon." He yanked with a little bit more force than was strictly necessary at the thought of yet another excursion to Whitebrim.
Nodding at the explanation about the task, his lips twitched. "Don't suppose I could ask you for help with my own task from the gods. Fair warning, it's from Frey and not something you'll enjoy." He inclined his head at the wishbone the General had taken. "What else do you need for the devices?"
Nodding at the explanation about the task, his lips twitched. "Don't suppose I could ask you for help with my own task from the gods. Fair warning, it's from Frey and not something you'll enjoy." He inclined his head at the wishbone the General had taken. "What else do you need for the devices?"
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