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[right][code]In and around the Waystone Inn
Interactions: The citizens, man! The citizens! (Plus Latrom, Dev and Edwina)
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The giant came just in time. Lucky was starting to lose his grip. He grabbed the man from underneath his shoulders and pulled him out to saftey.

[color=a36209]"I got ya, lil' doggy"[/color]

He stopped to address the giant, but only briefly, he had to check to the this poor sap right here.

[color=a36209]"Thanks, big feller"[/color]

He turned back to face the injured man

[color=a36209]"Can ya walk?"[/color]

The man shook his head, [color=39b54a]"No, not really"[/color]

[color=a36209]"Well, good thing I can."[/color] He responded

Lucky slowly lifted the man up, placing his arm over his shoulder.

[color=a36209]"How you feeling? Good? I'll focus on doin' most of the walkin'. Just stay with me, cowboy."[/color]

The two of them limped together in the world's most dangerous three-legged race towards the Inn. When they arrived, Lucky found a nearby seat to help the man into, then noticed something that made him sick to his stomach. A balding fellow near the entrance with heavily mutilated legs, groaning in agony. The sight of it made Lucky throw up in his mouth. He sprinted back outside (almost tripping over the fox on the floor in the process) and relieved his stomach of its contents onto the snow. Lucky hadn't seen something that horrifying in years. If anything, he had to try to comfort him, just to let him know that he wasn't alone.

Lucky approached the balding man, kneeled down to his level, pulled out a cigarette, and pointed it towards the man's groaning lips.

[color=a36209]"Hey man, ya wanna smoke?"[/color]

The man, far too in shock to formulate words, simply nodded. Lucky placed the cigarette in the man's mouth and lit it for him.

[color=a36209]"Think about the buzz, man. Focus on the feeling in yer head, not the legs. Yer gonna make it, I promise you"[/color]

The bard had thankfully finished her spiel, freeing the space for Lucky to yell out for the only healing mage he trusted, Edwina.

[color=a36209]"UNDERTAKER! THIS FELLA'S LEGS ARE CATAWAMPTIOUSLY CHAWED UP! I NEED YER HOCUS POCUS SHIT!"[/color]