With nothing else to do, the unearthed man followed after the Duskwight. The slower pace suited him just fine; he didn't think he felt like dealing with other people quite yet anyway. Hopefully by the time they reached... "Gridania? A city, right?" The name was vaguely familiar, but he had no thoughts or images to associate it with. This annoyed him, and he resolved that the first thing he would do would be to establish a sense of direction. Rubbing at the mud smeared in dry patches down one arm, the man found himself casting his gaze about him in search of something, but when he realized he didn't know what, he ceased. A moment later, he snatched a broad leaf from a bush as they inched by and began to scrub at his arm with it.
"Not sure if I should thank or be angry at that girl," he mused as he scraped at the mud.
"Not sure if I should thank or be angry at that girl," he mused as he scraped at the mud.
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
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