[ As snow gently drifts down, the Warrior remains silent on his knees, looking to his shield he still keeps laid across him, fingers gently brushing over the carved words inside it. ]
This is nothing new to me. To have people leave and yet, this time, within this world... it's different.
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This is nothing new to me. To have people leave and yet, this time, within this world... it's different.