Carathon looked towards the rain. The wind was rising, pulling at his rags, trying to push him from the branch. He jumped down, cursing out loud as the stones bit into his bare feet.
He limped over to the fire, sitting away from Ozracles in the hope that he wouldn't notice him.
Cimmerian, just as a test, can we see what would happen if Carathon stood up to Ozracles? I'd like to see Oz turn purple and explode!
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If nature made you a giver, you are born with your hands and heart open, and though your hands may sometimes be empty, your heart is always full, and you can give things out of that.
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