Matheson’s clothes were sticking to him with sweat; he was surrounded by a ring of corpses on a grassy hill after he had just killed another swarm of yellow grobs; monsters which were essentially one-eyed, two-footed, round jumping balls of teeth.
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My Necromancer Class
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