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    Synopsis:

    Frell Olsin worriedly is cleaning up the bodies of his dead captors. He knows if he is cuaght he and his wife will be killed - if they're lucky. He is trying not to vomit at the sight of the blood, and is doing everything he can not to faint.


  • 0.
    Gondian Frell Olsin
    : *Hurk* - I'm going to be sick.b543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_Ab543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_B
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  • 1.
    Gondian Frell Olsin
    : I helped kill an Overseer. I'm dead, I'm so dead.b543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_Bb543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_C
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  • 2.
    Gondian Frell Olsin
    : Gond help me, there's so much blood.b543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_A
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  • 3.
    Gondian Frell Olsin
    : Breathe - you have to clean up. You have to get rid of the bodies.b543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_Cb543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_A = False, b543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_B = False, b543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_C = False
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