The soldiers guarding me were so helpful, ensuring that I
was awake on the morning of my execution with a quite mild stomp on my head.
They were also quite accommodating, letting me stand before
dragging me out from my cell towards the gallows, where a Dark Elf, I think he
was, was whistling a pleasant tune as he tied the rope into a noose.
Before they could get me up there though, a letter from the
King appeared in my hand, and they were very generous to let me read it.
Especially considering it was actually a Haste spell…
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