Narin
Narin wobbled over to Loni, who looked worried. He noticed the concern in his new friend, and laughed heartily to abate it.
“Did you see the look on Lin’s face when he wholloped Balin? Our good commander be feeling that one later.” He stopped and looked slightly concerned himself. “So will I, now that I come to it.”
His nose had not stopped bleeding, and a look in the polished surface of one of his axes told him his face would soon be a mass of bruises. One of his eyes was slowly swelling shut. Narin tenderly touched his face and winced.
“Oh well,” said Narin, “ I’ve never been much to dote on my looks, and besides, I won.”
Loni snorted.
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