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Blood pours from his throat in a sudden wet hack, draining down from his sinuses and adding another layer to his blood-soaked throat.
Halting among the forest, he shifts his weight from leaning on his warstaff to leaning on a nearby tree, desperately sucking in oxygen. The pungent scent of pine needles expands his nostrils, a fresh wave of agony rolling out through his skull as the dagger embedded in his face shifts.
The word comes like a forbidden whisper, hoarse. He rests a moment longer and then picks himself off the bark, continuing up the hillside. If he could talk, he could breathe. If he could breathe, he could walk. If he could walk- well. He had a destination.
Increasingly aware of the fact that he could die any second from poison on the dagger’s edge, he forces himself to keep moving, picking out his steps carefully to avoid losing his footing.
What if she has traps around here? What if you step into one and die writhing on the ground?
No. Couldn’t think of that. It would only slow him down.
Digging into the underbrush with his staff, he finally reaches the crest of the hill, looking out over the landscape of the Arathi Highlands. In the distance, a cabin.