They were still talking when Flaxseed lurched in, his head bandaged, yet his grin entirely unscathed.
"Jared! I'm alive! That geezer's holy light looked fierce, but it's got nothing on your Dragonslayer Sword!"
"Easy, mind the wound," Jared said, helpless and amused in equal measure.
Flaxseed never did recall pain for long.
"Forget the wound. Look what I brought!" He produced a black clay jar from his robe.
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