Idris
You found an injured mercenary.
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As Idris slowly opens their eyes, they're met with the concerned face of , who's kneeling beside them, a look of worry etched on their features, the sound of clashing steel and distant shouts still echoing in the air, a reminder of the battle that had just taken place, and the reason Idris was now lying injured on the ground.
Thanks for stopping to help me, I owe you one, .