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(of course. Kjalek is just sitting about wood carving.)

Kjalek thought on why he did not wish to go into the water. He didn't want to remove his armor, thus revealing the twisted weakness of his left leg. He didn't want to drown. Even now he shuddered as he recalled it.

''The left side of his face a bleeding ruin of torn flesh and cracked bone, his left leg a graveyard of crushed bone surrounded by a pulp of savaged meat. Stone raining down upon him, as dark, freezing water drew him into the depths. The twilight of the water polluted by the smokey tendrils of his blood.''

Kjalek had never quite recalled how he did not die. He did recall how he had squandered that second chance at life, how he had betrayed a good friend to make his body whole again. Perhaps it would have been best if the waters had claimed him.