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'What is it?' He wondered. The snow crunched under his leather boot, and the chains rattled their delightful hatred at binding the young warrior.
'Why? Why do I keep doing this? Is it to find out the answer?' The cries of the slave masters mingled with the screams of the prisoners and the crackle of the whips into a cacophonous melody of mindless hate and bondage.
'What do they seek, if not the same question?' The Thayan whips snapped around their shackled ankles like so many demon tongues tasting their meal before they claim the too old and too young in this mindless march towards the slave carts. A wolf howled in the distance.
'Why do I do this?' The slave known as Bethod stepped into the slave carts bound for Sundren. He turned briefly to look at the borders of his home for a last time, spotting the dark silhouette of a wolf standing on a far off hill.
'What is strength?'
'Why? Why do I keep doing this? Is it to find out the answer?' The cries of the slave masters mingled with the screams of the prisoners and the crackle of the whips into a cacophonous melody of mindless hate and bondage.
'What do they seek, if not the same question?' The Thayan whips snapped around their shackled ankles like so many demon tongues tasting their meal before they claim the too old and too young in this mindless march towards the slave carts. A wolf howled in the distance.
'Why do I do this?' The slave known as Bethod stepped into the slave carts bound for Sundren. He turned briefly to look at the borders of his home for a last time, spotting the dark silhouette of a wolf standing on a far off hill.
'What is strength?'