Climing over the last hill, Alturist rose in the horizon. "Finally," he thought to himself. "I've made it."
Securing his rapier to his side, and readjusting his pack, he began walking toward the city. Ashyen was only two days ride away from his village, but already began feeling homesick. He missed the clean air, the sounds of the harvest. Even missed hearing the farmers bicker in the tavern about who's crops would take the most this year. But he knew all that was behind him now.
He found the power in his words. Now to put them to good use.
Securing his rapier to his side, and readjusting his pack, he began walking toward the city. Ashyen was only two days ride away from his village, but already began feeling homesick. He missed the clean air, the sounds of the harvest. Even missed hearing the farmers bicker in the tavern about who's crops would take the most this year. But he knew all that was behind him now.
He found the power in his words. Now to put them to good use.
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