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[silentnorwegian]

[Once again he ahd been thrown into the catacombs, it wasn't at all pleasant. He lets out a sigh as he walks around the town. His shoulders shake and he tries to steady himself for a moment as the memories of rodents scampering around him invade his mind. He lets out a sigh and places a hand on a nearby building to support himself. At least now he was out. He needed to get back to America's so he could wash up and rest. He had small claw marks on his arms and face, probably from a dispute with the rats. His eyes show terror and would glance here and there violently as they caught movement.

Now which way was America's house again...?]