A cloaked figure presses through the brushes of the forest on a long journey, this might have been her first journey she would be taking on her own. Her special gift clinging to her neck as she strokes the pendent tied to her collar. Her horns protruded from. Her hood as she was always mindful...
The good ol city of Cerak... Or maybe that was giving this place far more credit that it was worth so much. These facts didn't truly matter to Akasha Du'vuema as she had to ponder her master's words while on the way to the market. Today is when the Cerak would be receiving a new batch of...
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