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The thunder began to roll and rain began to fall as the Traveler appeared
once again. He walked along the muddy street until he came to where Fred
was crouched, nursing his wound. "So you both lost the medallion, and to Emry of all people..." He spit on the ground. "I'm just going to leave this storyline now. Good luck with the wound, Fred." He laughed and then disappeared. Lots circled around and Fred and gave a ghostly laugh. Suddenly Fred had an idea! He remembered the needle and thread he had found on the ground during his travels through the Goth. He pulled them out and began to gingerly go to work on his wound."Doesn't that hurt!?" Lots exclaimed. Fred started laughing like a madman. "I like the pain!!!!!""Damn! I was hoping the wound would be deadly so that I and all the souls you have murdered could torment you in ShadowRealm!" Lots gave a ghostly sigh. "Oh well, I give a you three weeks, max, until you die." Fred burped. He was tired of this village. It smelt and the inhabitants weren't all that good tasting either.He decided to leave the village and wander north in search of new victims and meals.
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