“Not I!” Mardichi complained. “Me ale willna drink itself back at the Driter’s Den.” He waved behind him as he began the trek back. His back bled badly and both arms were a mass of bite marks.
“Leave him.” Deragan said, shaking his head. “I’ll help you.”
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