[center] [h1] [color=d72525] Sergio della Gherardesca [/color] [/h1] [/center]

Ser Gerard offers to handle cleanup, a request I'd normally deny but under the circumstances I have little choice. I hiss as I stand upright, blood going straight to my head. My arm dangles limp.

[color=d72525] "See you soon, [i]mercenario[/i]." [/color] I call after Gerard, hopefully received as lighthearted as intended. My arm feels like a throbbing weight but I'm still well and able enough to make my way over. I spot Amy on the way, stopping to give a somewhat delirious salute.

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