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rolled a 2 out of 1d10 in the discord for how bad the injuries bard gets will be!

the man yelps as suddenly he is nearly toppled on top of by the far larger, far stronger man. scampering, he only just barely escapes the worst of it. canines rake against his flesh, but if all goes well for him, he would walk it off.
relax relax! let's settle this like gentlemen, dear sir! eyes wide, his smug attitude wiped clean off his slate. i'm a singer, not a fighter! shouldn't ya save that energy for a juicy morsel?