Hideaway Strath Watch me dancing

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Adlartok always gave his all to anything he tried, it had always been something of his, a bit of a hang up in some cases honestly. He wanted nothing less than perfection. He expected great things from himself and he pushed. Hence why  his wound did not scare him, he had learned to adapt with it.

Artok listened closely to the male in front of him. The mention of his leg drew him pause. He looked down at it and back up. He worked his mind, trying to think of something to say, short to the point, without causing offense. Finally, he just spoke up.

I've had the wound since I was a child. I've adapted well enough. I can do so again. That's all he said. Artok already knew how to fight well with three legs, often did. And his leg could be used it was just tight as fuck. The muscle hadn't mended right. It hurt sometimes if he strained it too much, mostly it was just tight.