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The drifter shatters their chains with his blade, seeming to have little trouble before he begins walking in the direction the knight had come, not getting far before doubling over and coughing, hacking, and finally vomiting, neon pink spraying into the sands and soaking in within seconds as he's doubled over in pain, blood dripping between his fingers shortly before he stands with a bit of effort and continues on, arriving at the city at the edge of night, the guards seeing a colorful speck approaching the gate weaponless, carrying something red over their shoulder.