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>"Just land somewhere. Anywhere. Don't strain yourself. We can think further on from there.. That wound won't stop Luhra-Luhra for long so just get us out of the air, we need to make ourselves scarce."
>"Luhra-Luhra..? Ugh-- Landing anywhere won't be safe with the m.. martial law!"
Mudy ponders for a moment, then suggests that the Prancing Pony might be the closest and hopefully provide healer services.
Without as much of a nod Mr M starts a dazzling crashlanding. They end up in the back of the inn, which is many times larger than the Stinky Armpit.
Mr M sits between a few crates and barrels, breathing heavily.
>"Ugh.. Ngh-- D-don't look at me like that, Scarlet. My father lived through worse than this. Ugh-- Listen-- It'd be unwise to go out and announce that there's an injured man outside. The last thing we want is draw attention to ourselves. Nnhh... I.. I'll be fine here for a while. I just.. I just have to.. close my eyes and rest for a moment.."
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