"To think," Orion began, his voice laced with feigned disappointment, "that I was genuinely curious about your first experience with eating a Vylkr vine, and becoming a warrior." As he lifted the clay pot onto his shoulder and finished his words, a sudden, sharp pain shot through his wrist, causing him to lose his balance. With a jolt, the clay pot slipped from his hands, crashing to the ground without any support. At that moment, the pain coursing through his wrist captured his attention, and he swiftly turned his gaze towards Fiona, who had tightly gripped his wrist with her muscular arms.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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