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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rikandur Azebol" data-source="post: 2475298" data-attributes="member: 21755">Groog Profit, Tinker Genius."Human Common: [sblock]Arrgh ... You are speaking it as if You weren't a disturbing annoyance but a damned blessing ! I'm Groog, do You need it written ?! And I'm smith and inventor. Pleased to meet You.[/sblock]"Little goblin spoke to the human woman harshly, blood flowing in small rivulet from his bitemark. He stared at it with irritation, then at the wounds suffered by paladiness. And rolled his eyes.Curses my soft heart ... Why I promised her shelter ? Damn fool, stupid goblin.He, while still breathing heavily, give a jealous glance to Snarrek and Lekah enjoying their company and started browsing his backpack. Finally emerging with fishing hook and some coarse threads, and a glass jar with picture of goblin wrapped in bandages. Gel inside smelled strongly of alcohol and aloes.Garrak ! Are You wounded ? I could patch up some of Your wounds by now so You would stop bleeding ... lucky Snarrek looks like he don't needs medicine.And he stared fairhaired woman straigh into the eyes and showed her his stuff. Demonstrated how disinfecting balm works ... on his own wound. He didn't managed to hide twist of pain written on his face, from the medicine searing wound of impurities. And he stared emphatically at her own wounds and raised eyebrow questioningly. While preparing fishing hook and thread for seving up. Whistling stresslessly.</blockquote>

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