Oh, how Baeshor wished he had just been mauled before he had been able to open his mouth.
In the half a century he had served as a Venator, the man had fought through wounds that would have easily left those of a lesser caliber incapacitated, but shrugging off the jeers and playful ribbing of...
The chance to fight a beast as formidable as a Leshy might have been enough on its own to sway Baeshor, often described as both unsociable and misanthropic, to come to the aid of another Venator, but when the request came from him there was little that could be done to dissuade him from racing...
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