North of the Falwood
Aila quietly trudged along her compatriots on the dirt road.
To their right lay the Falwood, to their left was the ever expansive grasslands of the Savannah. She made almost no noise as they walked along, and oddly enough her hood lay down across her shoulders. Every now...
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