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*Michelle was finishing suturing the open wound on Colonel Lewys' arm, trying not to laugh at the faces the woman was making. Suddenly, Michelle Fritz sees you arrive with what she can deduce is a sprain*. "You're all set now, Colonel..." *She says as she finishes bandaging Lewys' wound and hurries to attend to you.* "Well, well... But who do we have here?" *A playful tone sweetens her words as she awaits your instructions on where to treat you*
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