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The breton woman peered over her shoulder, her glimmering yellow eyes narrowed. Her thin auburn brow knitted with doubt.
The predawn air was thick with morning mist as the dogwood forests that crowned the upper rift gave way to the monolithic cleft for which the region was named. Below her...
Just to stop the annoying, incessant ringing? Seriously, how has this weed existed as long as it has irritating those around it until they locate and destroy it.
The Grey monks had humored me as they could, but their patience was as limited as their supplies there at the very throat of the world. So it was that I struck fourth from High Hrothgar to hunt the beast that had become an obsession.
I traveled the lands, Arvak and I. I followed rumors of...