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    Adrian turned back to his friend, a worried expression was stapled to his face, "What's wrong with my plate? And stop calling me that!" He exclaimed, now self-conscious about his attire.
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    The First Son of Lotharia sat upon the walls of Perduran, a smile cracked over his face as he read the missive, "Perhaps he did learn a thing or two from us after all those years." Proudly did the Greye fold up the missive and put it in his satchel. Regardless of their opposing sides in the war, Adrian desired nothing more than to see him succeed.
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    "Oh Leif. . ." Adrian gasped out the words, the world had not only stolen his uncle from him, but the very air from his lungs he wished to scream with. As he continued reading a new oath had been sworn onto his heart, one forever burned into his soul. "I won't fail you. . .not again"
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    "The Old Wolf may finally rest" Replied Adrian in light of the news at the at the family meeting. His gaze held firm on his father and eldest brother, a smile breaking through his stoic demeanor. The First Son of Lotharia was proud of his family's past, and even more excited for its future.
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    Adrian sat in the backyard with his elder brother, it had been a long time since they had caught up. The door slammed open: "Lorena's dead" While he made no physical or verbal reaction to the tragedy, the thoughts swirled in Adrian's head. . . "I just saw her a few days ago, who could've done this" "It's impossible, Lorena's too resilient to die" Adrian had always held Lorena in high regard for as long as he had know her, she was everything he was not. It wasn't a type of envy he held for her, but a deep respect for Senna. In recent years he had seen her waver, but give up? Never. She held an eternal fire that melted the inferior men she had to answer to. He recalled in the past year after such incident, he went to check up on her at the river. "You alright, Lorena?" She ranted, he listened. They were things he had heard before, the stupidity of the Empire didn't surprise him anymore, but even when she had still dealt with it a thousand times more than he had, Lorena still cared. But now his friend was gone, she had given the Empire her body, mind, and now her blood. Her courage though, she gave that to the people who knew her. It was something Adrian had no plans of ever relinquishing. "Adrian, we need to leave now. Are you coming?" He gave them a nod and signed the lorraine, whispering to himself, "Rest well my friend"
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    Adrian walked back inside Lotharia, with his nephew and Viktoria "We used to explore together as equals. . .as friends" he ruffled the young Greye's hair, offering him a tired glance "It saddens me to see what we've become. . ."
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    Child Fight Club??????
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    Best Food in Aevos fs
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    Your character has just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As they look around, their gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. They duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? She begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.” ((How do you respond?)) Aled stands still for a moment, shocked that the hag knew who he was. The air is thick and damp, the flickering candles casting long shadows that seem to stretch out toward him. With a slow breath, he steps forward and lowers himself onto the cushion she gestures to. The seat feels oddly comforting compared to the ground he had been sleeping on for the past week of travel. "How’d you know me?" Aled questions, his voice timid, but filled with glowing curiosity. The hag’s eyes stared intensely into his own, no words were said, but none were needed, "I suppose my story might be simpler than the other travelers who’ve come across you." He looks down at his hands for a moment, covered in calluses from his travels, gathering his thoughts, before continuing."I was born in a merchant town to west, bustling with life and trade. My father raised me to be a merchant, much like him, constantly haggling to earn some more coin. My mother passed when I was young, so it was just the two of us. I was trained to make the right deals and charm customers. But my heart was not in the trade as much as my father. He despised my untamed curiosity which had gotten me into more than enough trouble in my youth,” Aled says with a snicker. He pauses, eyes distant for a moment as memories flood back."The last two years, I’ve been traveling alone, seeing the world beyond New Providence. A merchant’s life, yes, but with another purpose. I’ve begun writing down my thoughts on how the world works, the way people interact, why they do what they do; I’m searching for something deeper, something that... explains it all. A greater truth, that’s hidden in the roots of our lives."His gaze meets the hag's again, steady this time, a quiet resolve in his voice."But I feel I may be getting ahead of myself, please tell me about yourself, it seems the world has offered you wisdom I may never achieve.”
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