[Lore] For I am a man of valour! You shall treat me with som.... Ahhh shit im in the mud again.

Previously on Eddy

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Edmund

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Winning is easy.

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When you win, succeed or triumph, friends and well-wishers are the norm rather than the exception.

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Winning is easy.

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The general filth, mud and blood blocked Ed’s airways to the point of suffocation.

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The memory of the brine flavoured wind, licking his face on the deck his father’s ship seemed almost a conjuration now.

The ghost of an almost remembered past life, gilded with rage and grief.

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Once hated.

Now dreamt of longingly.

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“MMRruuphh!!” the inability to draw air makes speaking difficult apparently…

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“HA! So he lives, SEE! Tha’s five silver Stags you owe me Derk!

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The North was difficult, the Riverlands worse, now it seemed Ed was never going to make it west…

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Not for the first time did he rethink his choice of fighting as a career.