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Post by DM: Dersite Merchant on Apr 20, 2012 17:27:38 GMT -5
WV did shut his mouth, but he looked and felt rather indignant on the whole matter. Where in paradox space was he? And why?
Pulling himself out of the bed he awoke in, he pulled his gown up and examined the thick bandages wrapped around his abdomen. Whatever wounds he received there were apparently still healing. Cautiously, the exiled Dersite crept quietly to the curtain separating his side of the room from the other and peered around the corner.
What he saw appeared to be some sort of avian of a doctor examining a clearly uncomfortable female. How outrageous. He quickly and quietly drew back, hoping nobody caught him spying.
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