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The bitter winds of the Spine swept down through the mountain pass, licking at the paladin's exposed flesh and threatening him with its harsh cold, but in vain; thanks going only to the Sorcerer who harbored dragon blood and gifted him with this amulet that protects him from such harsh environments. Kathryn was her name. Kathryn Blake.
It was funny how he would remember her now of all times when his head was clouded with problems and silent worries, but he would not indulge in her memory as he could not be allowed to fall into nostalgia. Time was moving quickly and the price to pay for looking into the past and so selfishly dreaming about the times of yesterday when the future threatened to compromise the security of the valley was far greater than Hano could afford; he considered it a sin, and even and forced himself to keep his eyes forward and try to stay two steps ahead of everyone, lest his past comes to haunt him; fate catches up to destroy him; Sovereign finally consumes him.
Still... Still, he was mostly human and he could not fight the urge to romanticize with the past and flirt with what could have been during his long and silent climb up the mountain. That, and he missed her, and even more so missed Tamryn. The walk up the mountain pass and into the cold climb grew colder, but mostly within the paladin's heart as the burdens weighed down on him.
"Mithrilia is being hunted now. Alcander needs guidance. Sky has been killed. The Ill'Koresh have returned, and even Syran is starting to show his presence once more. Stories of a group of odd lizard people. Reports of Bloodmaim hostilities increasing drastically. Veritas have been silent, meaning they're up to something and what's worse? Someone actually reported seeing Colibrus enter this plane," the paladin muttered to himself as he tredged through the snow with that old but familiar crunching of each step within it.
Hano finally halted as he approached the area where he, with Lauan as his guide, had burried the remnants of the Silver Dragon that Karthus once carried. A sigh of relief escaped him in the form of a fog as his breath mingled with the cold air -- The burial was undisturbed, and by now, nobody would be able to disturb it. Bahamut had claimed his child, allowing the fallen silver dragon to rest peacefully in death. Finally, a step forward without repricussion, he thought.
Turning away from the burial, Hano halted and looked over his shoulder for one final glance and farewell to the dragon. With his eyes lingering on the site, he began to recall how Alcander revealed his scars at the trade post and Mithrilia's statement saying that every scar carries a story, and people can't help but to be interested in it.
If that was the case? Then surely Hano was thankful that he took care to have Tamryn remove all of his scars, except for the one on his right palm that could not be removed, as it was divine in nature. Thankful indeed, as some stories are best left untold.
It was funny how he would remember her now of all times when his head was clouded with problems and silent worries, but he would not indulge in her memory as he could not be allowed to fall into nostalgia. Time was moving quickly and the price to pay for looking into the past and so selfishly dreaming about the times of yesterday when the future threatened to compromise the security of the valley was far greater than Hano could afford; he considered it a sin, and even and forced himself to keep his eyes forward and try to stay two steps ahead of everyone, lest his past comes to haunt him; fate catches up to destroy him; Sovereign finally consumes him.
Still... Still, he was mostly human and he could not fight the urge to romanticize with the past and flirt with what could have been during his long and silent climb up the mountain. That, and he missed her, and even more so missed Tamryn. The walk up the mountain pass and into the cold climb grew colder, but mostly within the paladin's heart as the burdens weighed down on him.
"Mithrilia is being hunted now. Alcander needs guidance. Sky has been killed. The Ill'Koresh have returned, and even Syran is starting to show his presence once more. Stories of a group of odd lizard people. Reports of Bloodmaim hostilities increasing drastically. Veritas have been silent, meaning they're up to something and what's worse? Someone actually reported seeing Colibrus enter this plane," the paladin muttered to himself as he tredged through the snow with that old but familiar crunching of each step within it.
Hano finally halted as he approached the area where he, with Lauan as his guide, had burried the remnants of the Silver Dragon that Karthus once carried. A sigh of relief escaped him in the form of a fog as his breath mingled with the cold air -- The burial was undisturbed, and by now, nobody would be able to disturb it. Bahamut had claimed his child, allowing the fallen silver dragon to rest peacefully in death. Finally, a step forward without repricussion, he thought.
Turning away from the burial, Hano halted and looked over his shoulder for one final glance and farewell to the dragon. With his eyes lingering on the site, he began to recall how Alcander revealed his scars at the trade post and Mithrilia's statement saying that every scar carries a story, and people can't help but to be interested in it.
If that was the case? Then surely Hano was thankful that he took care to have Tamryn remove all of his scars, except for the one on his right palm that could not be removed, as it was divine in nature. Thankful indeed, as some stories are best left untold.