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Faolan could feel the water in his leather laced shoes as he was pulled from the river, his gray woolen tunic and linen undershirt ripped and stained with blood, not all of it his own. He opened his hazel eyes just a little as the girl came into view, and squinted up at her, managing a slight, painful nod. Faolan tried to speak, found that he could not, and swallowed, then tried again. "F-Faolan..." He replied in a hoarse whisper, then coughed, and repeated himself, louder this time but still hoarse, "My name is Faolan."