Chapter 7
by 
Calpis333
What's next?
Get up
You groan, holding your head as you get up.
You have no idea for how long you've been knocked out, and as if your headache wasn't enough, a sharp pain flashes through one of your ankles, as you try to take a step.
"Great, just the handicap I needed, don't want this to be too easy..."
Climbing back up to the path is quiet the ordeal, but you somehow manage.
"Whelp, time to track a drow."
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