Xaerfaal's hair fluttering in the natural winds in the valley. it was cold out today, blowing chilly air into his face and cooling him off. The harsh wind and cold air would have made anyone else leave, but Xaerfaal had endured much worse. On this day, he needed something to take his mind off of the nagging in his head; knowing fully well that war was coming.
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