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[Arlin]

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Arlin wrapped the blankets tightly around him, tossing and turning from side to side. Beads of sweat covered his brow, and he closed his eyes tightly, trying to break the sickness that had befallen him from the assassins blade.

His wounds had healed, but the poisen still coarsed through his cursed veins. Arcana had visited him repeatedly, bringing him soup and herbal remedies. Despite her best efforts, however, she could not break the sickness that held her lover in its grip.

Many thoguhts traversed through Arlins head. Who had hired the assassin, and why? Surely it was a member of the Yew Town Council. They had the most to gain for him to be out of action. He could think of no other suspects.

Another stab of searing pain shot up his spine, and he clenched his teeth tightly together. He would not be beaten by an assassin. Which brought another question to Arlins mind. Who was the attempted killer? Once he was better, he'd immedietly seek out his contacts for answers, and get to the bottom of this.

For now, he had a long struggle ahead of him.
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