A weary day

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A gentle nights breeze washes over the fields of crops. A man rather oddly dressed lays staring at the stars in his dark camp.
"Its been.."
He smiles to himself..
"Perhaps too long.. Not like they burned it down.." The smile thins reflecting on his long travels through the areas of the land. It was hard to seperate so suddenly however his goals required him to do so. He trembled thinking of the prospect of failure but a soothing voice arises from his bag reassuring him.."shh now cassandra, i know"

He had heard rumors.. Fires, deaths, victories.. Had it been so long? The wind brushed over him again.. He remembered back to the last time he saw the trodded wooden gate of the small tavern town.. Closeing his eyes an breathing in the fresh autumn air.. "Mmm the sweet smell of death an dieing.., id say a weeks walk away from the breach now" he laughed outloud to himself listening to the quick echo before the next breeze deafind it.
 
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