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“Up on the Mountain, I would go,
It would sing to me tales untold.
All day I listened to
Ages of rain and weight,
Travelers lost and desperate,
Wind that twirls and howls and blows.
Down the Moutain I should go,
Find the ones that are waiting.
Tears and hope dance in their heart,
Do they know I won’t come back?
For I can’t, I can’t, I can’t
If I leave I can’t come back.”
Complaint of the Tamzian Monk, Anonymous
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Back to the story! 🙂
Fights among the Rocks – This violence seems an entirely reasonable occurrence, though I cannot say I’ve ever heard a full story of that place, or at least, not one which didn’t end rather quickly in death by environmental causes.
What real and complete tale can we expect from people who can barely write? Most records we have, we owe to imperial reports, or royal ones before that.
way to cut a man off, sheesh
Hee hee, no one respects anyone in this chapter^^
Also, Iron Brow is a woman 🙂