The Wind Blows...
Fire Burns....
Water Falls...
Grell woke again in the soft bed in Cleo's home, though this time he was thinking about how he must of looked to anyone watching him. Grell Grainstaff, known in some of the northlands as a Merc that got the job done, kind to women, and ruthless in battle had been saved by a woman twice. Once by healing his body from injuries sustained in a beating he received by the mob his first day in the village, the second from a poisoning from a creature known as Valdemar.
" It's pathetic." he groaned.
" No... just bad luck." Cleo sighed as she patted his head with a wet cloth, " And you Grell must hav
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