Vivienne writhed, twisting her hands to touch the hardened torso behind her. Breathing deep she thrust out every bit of Sanctifying Fire she could muster.


    She is quite the little schemer. Quietly as she could, she got behind the man. Clutching the branch, she swung as high and as hard as she could muster. A solid crack resounded through the clearing.


    Who are you, Vee, to be this clever?


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    WANTED


    RAMPAGING VURKOLAK PAIR


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    Rampant livestock slaughter.


    Seek Tobias Fletch - Local Butcher


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    REWARD


    500 Gold Eporan Crowns


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    They can smell me, like I can smell them.


    Why does this keep happening to me?


    Gods damn it, how did he find us so fast?


    What''s a flute going to do against these beasts?


    They''re just teenagers?


    her like a child.


    second that I''m going back to that hole of a cell-"


    Miss Vivienne?"