Flint Ironwood.Flint keeled over, holding his knees in an effort to remain balanced. His heart was thumping in his chest and his lungs burned.
,,Note to self, don't overdo it. You're not the youngest.",,I'm not the kind of Elder you're looking for. Now if you excuse me, I think I'm going to sit on a log and feel sick." He mumbled, ignoring the battle which still raged around them, though the aggression of the wolves had greatly diminished by now.
(Priest, don't worry about a thing. Flint and I were rather amused. We had a good laugh. Yeah, he is a bit short so Dwarf fits in a way.

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