（ it's been a goodly goddamn spell since he's felt pain of any sort, but even that's a novelty. you spend just about a century and a half as a spirit, a little pain of the flesh is almost a relief.
his leg's lookin' gory enough, bits of yellow fat stained bloody visible where the meat of his thigh is slashed up. one of those little clawed creatures jumped at he and skokash — sooner him than his horse, is all he has to say on the matter. and at that comment about screaming he damn-near guffaws. ）
Nah, just get on with it. You can owe me a shot of moonshine after.
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his leg's lookin' gory enough, bits of yellow fat stained bloody visible where the meat of his thigh is slashed up. one of those little clawed creatures jumped at he and skokash — sooner him than his horse, is all he has to say on the matter. and at that comment about screaming he damn-near guffaws. ）
Nah, just get on with it. You can owe me a shot of moonshine after.