Mylasia was not sure she trusted him, she would be safer to use her normally allaby. Snd she reminded herself not to procrastinate on the subjet of family and homes too long.
Memories had been stirred, too many to her liking for one day at least. She looked at Ramak, she still did not trust him, he had told her that he was not dangerous but that wasnt enough for Mylasia. She kept her eyes on him, he had no weapons on him taht she could see but...
"Gondor", she lied., "Gondor."
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"...still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message."
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