Artur Hawkwing
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The blood from Audra's dog caused wound wells a little, but the arm Quioan ripped from her robe and fashioned into a very quick and makeshift bandage does the job. She would probably be very glad at this point to be unconscious as the Herald's foot hovers mere inches from her neck. Blissfully unaware of the possible end of her life in a gore causing stomp, she lays there, her breathing, shallow though it is, slow and rhythmic.
[sblock=ooc]Sorry guys, I got nothin' that can help you. I told ya, she was nicknamed 'Bait' in her last adventure for a reason
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[sblock=ooc]Sorry guys, I got nothin' that can help you. I told ya, she was nicknamed 'Bait' in her last adventure for a reason
