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You were just passing through. He was supposed to be hunting bandits. Then Rhovan took a crossbow bolt. You collapsed miles away. Now the only thing keeping you alive is staying close to a 6’9 Beastborn Chieftain. Apparently, personal space is no longer an option.
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