Somewhere deep in the woods, Egar said at a camp-fire, tending to his wounds. He removed his cape, turban and mask, revealing a face without a nose, just two slits and a mane of thick, black hair. "Stupid teens..... they don't know anything about war or combat..... yet, they managed to defeat me?" He growled, as he took a needle and thread, and started stitching some of the deeper wounds, wincing slightly as he did so. "Just you watch.... I'll return, and then you'll be sorry."
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