The southern winds brought the warm air to the hill top city of Freyborg from the Aberresai Savannah over the Cairou River making the sea of long grass flow and ripple. Lord Rorric stood stoically upon the stone landing of the great hall known as Aodhbrand. He was simply dressed, brown trousers...
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