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I did not know him well, but Kwhit was a good man. Well, an evil man, but good at being evil. We were sprung upon by five hands. A sight no man should have to see. They were surprised by me, not able to hear my light tread approaching and I killed one of them. Two blows later I felled another leaping hand. But they were gravely wounding me. Kwhit, Kwhit did not fare so well. He was dropped by those awful, awful hands. I had to retreat. With my wounds, and without his aid I do not think I could kill the other three.
Damn you dungeon. Damn you!
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