Into the fires of battle!
Wuflric Von Shadowfang
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some time had passed before Wulfric started to stir from his sleep, his eyes opened half expecting to still be looking at the ceiling of the cave only to find he was somehow in his room, lifting himself up real fast he cringed slightly the wound to his abdomen was still sore, the wound had healed leaving a scar in it's place "lovely another scar to add to the collection" Wulfric looked around but didn't see any of his gear, getting out of bed he went into the living room and found his gear on the table, including a fresh set of clothes, finding this odd he looked around but didn't see anyone so his gear must have been collected and brought to his room sometime after he fell asleep which also meant they also saw he was in torn clothes and brought some fresh ones though not what he was used to wearing but they'd suffice, looking around he saw the bathroom and decided he'd get a headstart by freshening up a bit and through off what he had into the garbage close by and jumped into the shower. some minutes later having felt refreshed by the shower he got dressed and checked his gear, most of it was still dirty from his fight and decided to clean his gear while time allowed and sat down to clean his short sword.
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Unto the anvil of war!
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