It had taken him three years to earn how to be quiet and manage to scout, not that decently, since he never was one to stay out of sight and hide and watch, but he decided he had to, not he had to. Fiontann stood on a small hill among some trees in the middle of an uknown land, one that he has only seen in maps and has heard of by an old friend, Pren.
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