He opens the very oddly built canteen and drinks slowly, despite wanting more. He does not want to overwhelm his system. He closes the canteen. His bottom lip, which he now remembers has a cut on it, stings harshly.
"Yes. I am the sworn vassal of the prince of Faerghus. He was imprisoned on false charges for the murder of his uncle. I came to rescue him. I succeeded, but in the process, we were separated, and the guards attacked me. I woke up here."
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He opens the very oddly built canteen and drinks slowly, despite wanting more. He does not want to overwhelm his system. He closes the canteen. His bottom lip, which he now remembers has a cut on it, stings harshly.
"Yes. I am the sworn vassal of the prince of Faerghus. He was imprisoned on false charges for the murder of his uncle. I came to rescue him. I succeeded, but in the process, we were separated, and the guards attacked me. I woke up here."