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"Where's it at?"
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"Fore arm." [b]He unties some cloth from his fore arm revealing a gash running down it.[/b]
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"Okay." [b]He does the same thing to it.[/b]
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[b]Screaming follows it, and he puts his shirt back on.[/b] Thank you so much. [b]Ember hands you twenty arrowheads.[/b]
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"It's my job, man."