The Clarinetist
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"Finally. One would think that a city would be closer." Harold says, surprisingly not out of breath.
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"I'm fine with that. How about you, Rob?" @.....
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Harold follows, surprised at the pace. Not as fast as he could, but still a good run.
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"Alright. You set the pace. I'll go slow." Harold says, waiting for Rob. "You need to rest. I don't want you hurt any more than you already are."
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"I'm going to go try to find any transportation." Harold says. "Could anybody come with me so I don't get attacked?"
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"It's been kind of boring. After you turned the building to a forest, I've just sat here. You do kind of have to see to use a bow, you know." Harold says, very bored. "I debated whether to go for a run, but decided not to. You guys could have left the forest at any time and I didn't want to not be here."
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Harold just stared in awe as the building turned to plants.
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"It's kind of overwhelming." Harold says. "I did only get to camp two days ago."
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"I'll take root beer. Thank you." Harold says, picking up the jerky and eating some.
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"Okay. I'll have some." Harold says, very thankful.
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"Thank you, but you should save some for yourself as well." Harold says.
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"Very."
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"I will as well. I'll be better at a farther range." Harold says, preparing himself for the boredom to come.
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"You good?" Harold says, just woken up. "I have some ambrosia, if you need any."
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Harold fell asleep soon afterward, deciding not to go on a short run beforehand, due to the previous events.
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"I am very sorry. I can't heal him. I could run back to camp and get someone, though it would be a strain." Harold says, feeling bad that he couldn't heal Edgar.
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"You are not permitted to speak in such manner." Harold says harshly. "You are excused from this quest. We have enough demigods to complete it." Harold says, drawing his bow and pointing an arrow at Roy's chest.
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"Got it." Harold says, taking down the second Fury.
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Harold finally looked back, and went berserk, shooting arrow after arrow, always hitting his mark. No one would do this to his friends. Or at least hopefully friends. He wasn't sure. Either way, he killed many hellhounds, trying to protect them.
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Harold sprints away, trying to get as much distance from her as he could. "I'm sorry!" Harold says with much fear in his voice.
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Harold starts shooting the Fury relentlessly, eventually taking it down. "I had to wait until I had a clear shot." Harold says, retrieving his dozen arrows.
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Harold sprints past him, running far away and shooting the Fury attacking Jenny. He hits his mark, right in the head, and it snaps the arrow off in annoyance. "These things are very powerful." Harold says nervously. "Usually I just run away from things like this."
