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Every warrior has their own reasons for why they fight, but a Scarab is rarely seen, even less so in such a condition.” Seloth froze, needle half way down into another pass into the wound. He didn’t even get the chance to ask before the priest spoke again. “You have the emblem of the Scarab on your clothes, it is rather hard to miss”. A small chuckle escaped Seloth as he once again continued to stitch up the wound. He could feel the effects of the alcohol beginning to slip in, numbing his brain. “I suppose that part would be obvious. I do not lie when I say that the less you know, the better. It would likely be better for you to forget that you ever saw a Scarab at all”. The priest watched Seloth work on his wound, curiosity and interest playing on his face. He watched as Seloth made a few more passes through the wound before speaking again.