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In the distance, bullfrogs croaked and crickets chirped. A hooting owl sat perched overhead.
The weight of his step, even in the damp of this place, thudded heavily beneath him. It crushed through the mud and muck as though it were not, and his weight was known to those near.
The bullfrogs became quiet. The creaking sounds of the swamp suddenly vanished. The hooting of owls ceased. Even the waters became still.
His breath and his heavy step was all that he could hear. Behind him, after a time had passed, nature's music slowly rose up once again.
As he approached the Crossroad Mire, its name unknown to him, he made no effort to flaunt his presence. Though he stood taller than most, fitting the description of a giant to many, he revealed himself not and hid himself beneath a long and shrouding cloak, his hood drawn over to hide his features, and upon him were no weapons to speak of. He towered over all of those he passed by as he entered into the hovel of a settlement.
Coming upon the square, such as it was, he peered out from beneath his hood with glowing red eyes, and he saw only those who were of a disinterested sort. They were no strangers to evil, no strangers to the unjust or the unsavoury. And to them, even he in all the grandiosity he perceived himself to be in, was but another one of them in their eyes. Just another one who sought this or that, and would either die or only get so far before doing so.
He smiled.
He could appreciate such hubris in what he saw as such frail beings.
There in the square he lingered for a time, and then he made his way down near the docks. He did not know exactly where to find Larewen Dragana, but he could feel her presence nearby. She, like him, had been drawn here, this much he perceived. He wondered if she had come here with the same hopes as he.
The weight of his step, even in the damp of this place, thudded heavily beneath him. It crushed through the mud and muck as though it were not, and his weight was known to those near.
The bullfrogs became quiet. The creaking sounds of the swamp suddenly vanished. The hooting of owls ceased. Even the waters became still.
His breath and his heavy step was all that he could hear. Behind him, after a time had passed, nature's music slowly rose up once again.
As he approached the Crossroad Mire, its name unknown to him, he made no effort to flaunt his presence. Though he stood taller than most, fitting the description of a giant to many, he revealed himself not and hid himself beneath a long and shrouding cloak, his hood drawn over to hide his features, and upon him were no weapons to speak of. He towered over all of those he passed by as he entered into the hovel of a settlement.
Coming upon the square, such as it was, he peered out from beneath his hood with glowing red eyes, and he saw only those who were of a disinterested sort. They were no strangers to evil, no strangers to the unjust or the unsavoury. And to them, even he in all the grandiosity he perceived himself to be in, was but another one of them in their eyes. Just another one who sought this or that, and would either die or only get so far before doing so.
He smiled.
He could appreciate such hubris in what he saw as such frail beings.
There in the square he lingered for a time, and then he made his way down near the docks. He did not know exactly where to find Larewen Dragana, but he could feel her presence nearby. She, like him, had been drawn here, this much he perceived. He wondered if she had come here with the same hopes as he.
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