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This is unfortunate, but she can make use of this. Lesha must make use of it. She must make use of everything around her. She can use this to make herself needed. 

Her position is in shambles, her home is gone. 

 

"I must make him need me. If I cannot have one thing, then I will have the other." 

 

Sir Ethan is dead. So be it. 

Stassion is lost. So be it.

 

"I will have something. I will make something from nothing."

 

Pity who has caught her eye. 

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"The old knight has finally earned his final share in the spoils of war?" The farm Knight would say as he stares down over the Town of Veletz, after being told of the news from his neice, Margaret. @Fie"Such honourable men continue to die by the hands of men who ally themselves but bicker in closed doors. Even then, many crowns roll across the floors of the Captain-General's dining hall soaked in crimson and they speak of undying curses. Such a fallen era that Sir Ethan never managed to be cursed himself, although atleast he died not in his sleep. I will miss my friend truthfully, neice." 

 

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"What makes you hold life in such low regard?" Albéric posed the question, not merely to gauge whether Ethan valued his own life. It was clear he sought death's cold embrace. "Cruelty begets cruelty. To claim an 'eye for an eye' would, in time, render the whole world blind." The ivy-clad knight wondered who Ethan might have been in a different life, without senseless conflict. Would a lust for vengeance have consumed him then as well? 

 

"I do not regret standing against you, Sir. To preserve lives you sought to snuff out. But I do regret that your life was cut short, in the end." His lament was brief, for there would be more fights to come, against monsters and men both. Sometimes the difference was indistinguishable.

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Kelton Thorne sits upon the rocks as he reads the missive of his sire's death. the man who had taught him all he had to know of combat and life in this war. "And so he follows the greats before him. may he feast in the skies with those he called friends and fight onwards for a cause we so share." eyes in tears he would crumble the missive and throw it off the edge into the river. knowing that it is time to take his teachers words into practice

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