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“An orc killed my horse.” Phillip spat venomously, having lost Samson he was bitterly angry. “I sustained an injury falling from him.”
Fili huffed and sat next to Phillip, his blue eyes scanning the wound. “It looks like a clean cut, surprisingly. If you’d let me, I could stitch it up.”