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[ There is a young man sitting on the muddy, newly de-snowed earth. In one hand is a fairly rusty sword that he finally found. In the other is a soft cloth soaked in mineral oil.
He's been rubbing the sword for hours but nothing seems to work! ]
... he's going to make me run laps around Izoold again ... but we're in Palmacosta ... it's going to take even longer ... Oh Martel!
[ Those are tears of frustration is his eyes. Totally. ]
He's been rubbing the sword for hours but nothing seems to work! ]
... he's going to make me run laps around Izoold again ... but we're in Palmacosta ... it's going to take even longer ... Oh Martel!
[ Those are tears of frustration is his eyes. Totally. ]