Arrow in the Knee
Mood: The quest is over and your wounds are many. You limp from the woods towards the waiting village. Perhaps it is time to give up adventuring to become a guard.
Smells Like: Arrows lying upon a bed of fir needles, fresh balsam wood, and orange peels cast aside by a passing adventurer.
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