Between the blood leaving his brain and the soporific quills, Greg falls unconscious. If he was awake, he would be cursing all spellcasters resistant to heavy blunt trauma. Ah well.
Between the blood leaving his brain and the soporific quills, Greg falls unconscious. If he was awake, he would be cursing all spellcasters resistant to heavy blunt trauma. Ah well.
Me quoque per multos similis fortuna labores
iactatam hac demum voluit consistere terra.
Non ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco.
Publius Vergilius Maro, The Aeneid
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