Alex considered taking a moment to wash off the blood, but decided against it. He was bound to get dirty again soon enough. Instead, he bent down and retrieved his bow, which he’d dropped during the chaotic fight with the badger horde.
Time to find more prey. As he walked, he conjured a fresh supply of arrows, filling his quiver to the brim. He couldn’t imagine what he’d do without this magical artifact. The thought of fletching every single
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