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Current mood:  bored Category: Writing and Poetry
Kieran stopped two feet from them, "Phaelan just showed with the rescue wagon."
Tor nodded, "Help me get him down." He grabbed Cathair around the man's torso, trying to avoid any of the wounds best he could. Kieran took the king from Tor and slung him over his shoulder with ease. Torin stared at him, shocked and a little disturbed. "What?" Kieran asked, "We'll never get down those stairs if we're both carrying him and this way you can be my lookout." He flashed two rows of pearly whites. Tor shook his head and flipped him off, "Showoff."
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