No rest for . . .A lone figure stood at the edge of a narrow pass overlooking a valley far below. As the sun emerged from the dark clouds overhead, Bayne Bundydoc looked up. Feeling the sun on his bearded face, he squinted, revealing wrinkles at the edge of his eyes; wrinkles that had been formed after years of survival in the unforgiving mountains. Born in the Dwarven Iron Forge tribe, Bayne was outcast at a young age. As the sun warmed his face, he smiled. It had been too long since he had seen sunlight. Behind Bayne stood the peaks of the mountains packed with snow. Unfastening his fur cloakNo rest for . . .
Dim and Zib
I posted so there
Relief
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your mother was a hampster, and your father smelt of eldeberry
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