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Varice's eyes grew tired, just as his legs began to sway he noticed it, a swift yet subtle movement between the trees.
as the shape became more clear he saw that it was an elder, one that had seen many moons, and whose scars showed great wisdom. if only the bleak expression plastered onto her face was as discernible..

when she spoke it was with great diction, calm yet with authority, it was clear to Varice that whoever this new territory belonged to, the gray one would hold the key to being welcomed.
Varice lowers his head humbly and begins to declare his current position:

i have traveled a great distance, i am alone and have been for quite some time.......who does this land belong to?

he replied in the simplest of ways.


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