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A man lies injured by a campfire in a dark forest at night. Another muscular man stands over him, holding firewood and a canteen.

A man lies injured by a campfire in a dark forest at night. Another muscular man stands over him, holding firewood and a canteen.

Turning his head slowly from the left to the right, the road was gone and in its place he instead saw a small camp fire. Which until that moment he had not heard, and now he could hear it crackling. He saw a mound of leather lying upon the ground opposite the fire, he saw not much else. He began to wonder if he was dreaming. Or perhaps that the entire ordeal from the beginning was just a dream. That was just to hopeful thinking. Maybe he was dead, and now he was in the after life. How strange then the after life was. No he told himself, he could not be in the after life. He tried to sit up but he could not, for suddenly a sharp and stinging pain shot through his right side. His head began to pound. He allowed his head to fall the few inches he had lifted it. He let out a sigh, and closed his eyes. "Well , well, look what we have here!" A masculine voice exclaimed. Arome quickly opened his eyes. A bulky man stood over him. He held a bundle of wood in his muscular arms. "Your awake are you? I thought at first that you was dead. I was glad you were not." Arome did not answer. Instead rather he coughed twice. "Yes." The man exclaimed as if Arome had spoken to him. "Stay you there a moment, I'll get you some water." He dropped his wood upon the ground and hurried over to the other side of the fire. He dug through a mound of items Arome had not seen before. He then came up victoriously with a canteen. Stooping over he lifted the canteen to Arome's lips. The lad drank the water Ver mais