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"I took a few silver bullets for the pack. Bleed a few pints of blood and carried a dying boy on my back through some alleys in the Luskonios." He took his shot and then spoke again. "Its been about five years."

Bowen didn't go into who had fired those bullets and even if he was pressed about it he would only reply that it was not his place to go into further detail on the incident. "I am surprised Baron remembered me after that night." He had missed his shot, it had been a difficult one. He moved away from the table and looked at his hand as if he still saw all the blood. It had not been the first time he was covered in blood. It would not be the last time.