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Post by ash on Jan 24, 2017 16:31:30 GMT
Roan rarely settled, but this was a perfect place for it. Some other nomads had lived there before. It was the ruins of a once great structur. Multiple sides and a curtyard inside. There were roofs to cover people and the overgrown forest was almost completely hiding the existence of this place. Other nomads left things behind, fur, blankets containers which now held the light Roan needed. There were two other nomads on the other sides of the structure. They kept away from each other. He was Azgeda and they knew it so they avoided him, but they seemed to want to settle here for good. He knew he couldn’t. He could be killed on sight.
To his surprise someone approached the part of the building he occupied. He looked at the person and found him entirely unfamiliar, in clothing, style and appearance. That meant he was probably not one out to kill him. He was good with that. “If you want to rest up, feel free to stay here. Plenty of space for fellow travelers.” Travelers did not even remotely cover what he was, but he sure as hell would not introduce himself for who he really was – or used to be. “You look exhausted.”
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