Pugor's Day.
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_Ever the wreckless barve, Private Pugor Henken started his day the way he loves to….by swinging his trusty greataxe.
He took a long solo-patrol, through the Northeastern Rawlins, fighting some of the most treacherous hobgoblins ever seen. His training was arduous, and not without shedding much of their blood, and some of his own.
As Pugor heads into the Norwick South Gate, he limps past, intending get his wounds tended, he hobbles past Lycka Zomasdotiir, who shouts to him.
"Hi Pugor, all banged up again?"
Pugor turns to Lycka.
"Yes, miss Lycka."
Lycka approaches, tutting like a schoolteacher.
"What did you do this time?"
Pugor grins a sheepish grin.
"Out fighten' de hobberz again."
Lycka hums, and touches her finger to Pugor's chin. She then blesses Pugor with her powerful healing prowess, magically curing Pugor of all his aches and pains.
"All better," she says.
"Thank ye, miss." Pugor replies, still looking sheepish.
"Now go clean up!" Lycka points a strict finger at the northern gate, toward the Norwick South Valley.
Pugor trots off, grateful. "Okee."
After selling his loot to Gemli, and having made good coin, Pugor sat in the Valley, puffing on his favorite pipe, and practicing his archery skills. After a while, Lycka approaches from the south gate, along with another group of adventurers.
"Pugor! You wouldn't even bleed much, I'd keep you whole!"
"Whut Miss Lycka?"
"Gnollicide and crafting afoot!"
Pugor had recently been defeated by a gnoll…..he was particularly itching for a rematch.
"Wharr be gnolliez? Ah'll kill 'em!"
"Come, minions!"
Off they ran, into another harrowing battle! A good day, indeed._
