"Rangers never wander aimlessly. As always, we have a distinct purpose to our movements, although the people of the land attribute piracy and murder to my kind from time to time. I keep my ears and eyes open, for signs of the acts of evil beings. Sadly, our numbers have dwindled, and thus our work is greatly diminished. However, we still have some strength: these lands would be overrun by a nameless foe if it was not for our eternal vigilance."
Grimbold was startled to see the woman called Rave suddenly leave the table.
"I can see that she is restless. What disturbs her? She seems to be in the midst of a great torment. Is there anything I could do or say to relieve her distress?"
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Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow.
How did it come to this?
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