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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. : *Hurk* - I'm going to be sick.b543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_Ab543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_BEnd
1. : I helped kill an Overseer. I'm dead, I'm so dead.b543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_Bb543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_CEnd
2. : Gond help me, there's so much blood.b543b9ca-5fc2-4d17-7a9b-ee37c7d7f707_AEnd
3. : 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 = FalseEnd