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Message: <blockquote data-quote="xynthoros" data-source="post: 7039383" data-attributes="member: 6788545">The alchemist goaded the boy, "You're ready, you should help them. I'm too old, but you're young and talented, you can use your talents to heal their injuries and keep the beast at bay."His master's prodding boosted his ego, but still he remained quiet, "You really think I'm ready?" He looked to his master to see if he was being serious, his master doing his best to seem sincere. Before Ben was able to volunteer himself, "Take my apprentice, he can treat your injuries should you come to harm!" His master shoved him forward. Too much in the lime-light now, his ego blown out of proportion, he couldn't back down. He would face the beast with whoever went after it. His entire body trembled, both in fear and anticipation. This was his chance to prove his worth, to begin proving that he had surpassed his master... It was also his chance to be shredded to pieces, but somehow the thought of being torn apart wasn't an entirely negative one."Let me go get my gear," then he took off towards his quarters. All young men were trained to serve in the local militia, and he had been somewhat equipped, a few basic weapons and some armor. His precious Alchemist's Satchel and the bag he made which was larger on the inside than the outside. When he returned a few minutes later, he still didn't look quite ready for a battle, he looked rather ill-put together in his armor and such, but he felt ready, at least as ready as one could to face something out of their nightmares.</blockquote>

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