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Iomer, who had just been freed from his bonds, borrowed the knife and with his good hand, cut the giant's ropes with some difficulty.

"We need to find some shelter," Iomer said, extending a hand to help the captured man to his feet. "Water, food. Know anywhere near here we can go?"

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Otis looked up at the man, his hood pulled up around his face, the tip of his nose red from the sun.

"No battle anymore," Otis said, sighing. "My wounds are stable... for now. Thank you for your concern, stranger. But I'll be fine."