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Roland groaned in pain - really, he should have seen it coming when he tried to apologize to Bog. Ugh. Well, he’d done it, at least. When he sat up, he realized he’d been laying on the ground, apparently knocked out. Damn, that bug sure packed a punch. He rotated a shoulder and felt the crackle of bones that had been twisted the wrong way settling back now.
Looking into a nearby stream, he winced. His face did not look pretty anymore, unless a morbid someone thought bruises were pretty. He limped as he walked away from the border, not quite sure he could trust himself to fly without hitting something. At least they had dropped him off at the border, he mused, instead of letting him rot in the forest. Maybe that meant he was forgiven. Or, more likely, tolerated. Like a misbehaving pet ladybug. He made a face at the thought and winced when it hurt.