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... giving him some food, I sat down and asked him about his past few days.
He was Level 3, and his entire area was infested with hounds. They were relentless trackers, too good at sniffing him out, and always moved in packs. Most of his time had been spent recovering, hiding, and picking off lone stragglers whenever he could.
But he had one interesting piece of information.
"You're sure you saw a Level 10 hound?" I asked.
"Yeah, no doubt about it. There's no way I'd ...
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