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[Rodywyn]

24 Summer, 513

Rodywyn strolled the city, aimlessly- as he often did after returning from a trip. He had already given the preserved meat to be distributed to his company, they seemed to enjoy getting the deer, even if it was fresh cooked. Rodywyn like the taste of deer better than beef, so he always kept a nice stash for himself too. He could smell the smoked deerm wafting though one of the many pouches he carried. He could never seem to part with most of his gear, even in the city- something in his mind urged him to keep his most basic gear with him. His water skin, and his body pack, storing food, and other various supplies he used, with the most urgent in quickly accessible pouches near the front.

He slowly found himself lost in thought, his feet absentmindedly carried him to the stone garden, a shrine to the fallen knights of the great city, a place the knight would sometime frequent as a child. It was the only place that seemed to sap his normal cheerful mood, even after all these years. When he slowly focused back on the world, he found that his eyes had tear up. Each rock seemed more powerful, more meaningful, more disheartening than the last. Each one reminded him of his father more, and more, his father, who had no body to burn, who disappeared without a trace, lost forever, in some unknown track of land. His body turned into food for the many creatures of the land, or maybe even pray to bandits.

The knight sighed loudly, trying to curtail the crying, he couldn’t be seen like this, what would the people think, if even the knights cant keep their composure in these trying times?