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Sun 10th Mar 2024 12:28

3-9-24

by ARZ-221

The dumb one got their finger cut off. We're running through the woods chasing after the last of the bandits. I finally tackled the last bandit to the ground, asked him where his loot was, grabbed it, and returned to al-cum-run. Dragging the bandits' crate of coal behind my house, I looked for a blacksmith to pawn it off to in the city for