CATEGORY: Monitoring Tool JW650BU log

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WINN: Come on, help me lift this.

CAMP: No. No. No. None of this is right. I am still bleeding, where is the doctor. Oh, Emperor, I’m about to faint.

WINN: Camprisse, stop panicking and come help me!

CAMP: No. What even was that. What happened, Winn, answer me right now.

FRED: Help me.

WINN: Alright, I got you. Here.

FRED: What happened?

WINN: We got attacked. I think Wegland is dead. I haven’t seen any guards. Camprisse is alright, but as you can see, she is not handling this well.

FRED: Yes. I can see that. I need a drink.

CAMP: Stop ignoring me, Emperor damn you. I am bleeding. Attend to me right this fucking instant.

WINN: Stop screaming. You are barely wounded. I’ve broken three ribs, and my left arm doesn’t work. You have just a few scrapes.

CAMP: I am bleeding. Healer, attend. I will kill you if you don’t attend right now.

FRED: Ignore her. She is in shock. We need to act right now.

WINN: Here. The rest of the supplies are gone, but I found some pale potions and bandages.

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FRED: Thanks. Shit, this hurts like a bitch. How are you even standing?

WINN: I’ve had worse in training. Why do we need to act?

FRED: I can't sense Wegland anymore. Headquarters will expect reports. We can handle a few things on our own, but we need to be prepared to flee in two or three quarters.

WINN: Camprisse, calm down, please. You were barely hit. And we need to report this.

FRED: No.

CAMP: Not healing at all. There is sand in my open wounds. I will kill every single last being on this planet if this leaves scars, I swear.

FRED: We can't report this. They will send an inquisitor, who will kill all of us the moment he arrives here. We need to cover this up, keep the operation.

WINN: We can explain. There are obvious traces of a cell breach outside, we can-

FRED: The inquisitor will listen to our stories, corroborate us against each other, confirm the proof outside, and then they will still kill us. They can't have some young upstarts blabbing their mouth about how one of the Empire’s mighty was killed during a dungeon cell break. You might be a peasant, but you should know this.

WINN: My grandfather-

FRED: A landed knight, right? Your entire family will be killed the moment they even suspect you told them about this. No, we need to clear our asses and make up a story for Wegland’s death. And we need to shut her up.

WINN: How are we go-

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