"Oh, well, then, where do I begin? Well, like I said, when I was young, I was always sick. I went blind in one eye, and... well, I never really regained vision properly, so that's when they had my eyes--well, eye; the only one that my eyes that could be properly restored."
Calamaethor stopped as he closed his ees again, allowing his vision to readjust itself. When he opened his eyes again, he drew in a deep breath.
"When I was five, I had a rather bad accident. Something had weakened my bones to the point where even the smallest fall would break my bones. I took a rather hard fall and sharttered my right leg and left arm, The doctors said that they would never heal fully, and that the only way that I would ever function again unless they gave me artificial limbs..."
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