GALLY
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Gally was rubbing his hands, his knuckles sore. You wondered what that was about until you saw a Glader walking from the direction he came from with a broken nose and a nervous look.
Oh. Oh. That Glader had just been seen talking to you, and now a few seconds later his face was all beaten up.
“What?” Gally shrugged casually, not even bothering to wipe the frustrated expression from his face.