[Henry is used to killing monsters. Monsters. Horrible, eyeless fleshy things that stumble through dark passes on claws and stumps and enormous scary man hands.]
[Scar is a people. So he manages to catch the recluse's wrist with ease. The pressure makes him drop the basket and let out a loud croak of pain. It's then that he notices the big X across the man's face.]
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[Scar is a people. So he manages to catch the recluse's wrist with ease. The pressure makes him drop the basket and let out a loud croak of pain. It's then that he notices the big X across the man's face.]
[Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.]
[If only it were a monster.]
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