Heroist
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At noon on Wednesday, Kline finds himself perched on a tree stump somewhere on the edge of the forest. He spent the past day wandering around the outskirts of the town, trying to climb higher to get a better view of the mountainous lands and bothering random agricultural workers, but, like him, no one really knew anything.
"Maybe the guys will be back soon, I should ask them," he decides. Now, the concern for his homeland is mixed with anxiety for his new comrades.
Thoughtfully shaking a bird's nest off his head, the knight gets up from the ground, quickly pulls out the wooden twigs stuck in his leather armor, and, clomping in his dirty boots on the autumnal dirt road, soon returns to Carneol's headquarters.
"Maybe the guys will be back soon, I should ask them," he decides. Now, the concern for his homeland is mixed with anxiety for his new comrades.
Thoughtfully shaking a bird's nest off his head, the knight gets up from the ground, quickly pulls out the wooden twigs stuck in his leather armor, and, clomping in his dirty boots on the autumnal dirt road, soon returns to Carneol's headquarters.
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