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Helpless
GitonCrais
Where was the human?
Why had he left him like this?
He looks about in panic.
The Colartes are still around somewhere.
He pulls at the ropes, they don't give way.
His legs are uncomfortable spread as well and the stone is not helping.
The ropes are tight.
He can't free himself.
His shoulder hurts.
Frell the human.
Probably looking at him in glee.
The sound of approaching footsteps.
His eyes open wide.
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