The Tundra - Wastes
Talus trudged through the snow, every footstep heavier and every movement of his body seeming to slow him down. The cloak that sat around his shoulders was caked with ice, his face adorned with scraggly hair that had seemingly been forced to grow by the climate. His sword...
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