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Saul Talith
Saul glanced at the wound in his side for a moment, noting the stitches. He'd had worse, far worse. The myriad of scars that decorated his body were a testimony to the things that he'd been through in his lifetime.
Most would have thought he was some sort of slave, a man who endured punishment not because he chose to; but because he was forced. His lips thinned for a moment, and then broke into a smile. "Think so?"
He mused.
"I don't scar easily." Not anymore. Not after a lifetime of enduring the evil Arethil had to offer.
Most would have thought he was some sort of slave, a man who endured punishment not because he chose to; but because he was forced. His lips thinned for a moment, and then broke into a smile. "Think so?"
He mused.
"I don't scar easily." Not anymore. Not after a lifetime of enduring the evil Arethil had to offer.