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I don't feel comfortable asking you that after everything that you've done for us, but can you please look for my crossbow? It used to belong to my grandfather, who was a first-class shooter. This crossbow was my only memory of him!
The ogres took it away when they kidnapped me. It must be somewhere in their camp.

The ogres took my crossbow away when they kidnapped me. It must be somewhere in their camp.

Thank you! Thank you so much!
I swear, if this war continues, my arrows will serve us well!