From the writings of Nalla Mann--Bartender of the Bloody Nall Tavern
He rolled onto his side the dart digging into his shoulder blade. Blood running down his back. Trying to get his footing on the outcropping he slipped falling back into the path of the water--He reached out with all his strength grabbing for a hold on the cliff face. He hung to the side of the cliff. Fingernails scratching into the stone trying desperately to get a better hold on the slick rocks as water fell on both sides of him. He held on for as long as he could but the poison from the dart in his shoulder was weakening him. His fingers lost their grip for just an instant and he plummeted into the water below
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