"I'll try.", shrugged Tael.
He climbed up to his feet. He had trouble standing, and leaned on the heavy pole. He started rowing,. but after a minute or so, he felt shredded still.
"Uhh...cursed exhaustion.", cursed Tael, unable to realize his limits. As he let go of the pole, he fell face first into the hard-wooded floor - a foot away from Per'dra. If the exhaustion didn't knock him out, the blow most certainly did.
He heard the words of another man, just when he hit the floor.
The funniest thing about this sentence is that by the time you realize it doesn't say anything it's too late to stop reading it.
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