For a stroll

They move through the Col and out pass the wall that blocked off most of their side of the valley to the outside world. It was a long hike through the mountains from there, and it seemed Keahi had some thoughts on her mind. The Warlord turned his attention to her and considered her words. “Would you like to know how it was founded?” he asked her, and then after a moment began the story. “It all started with Deathbelle. She was a Klein Princess from an empire that had crumbled, and I was her guard. After the fall of her fathers Empire, we found eachother again here, in Boreas.” He said, a faraway gleam in his eyes, and a hint of hurt appeared around the edges. He didn’t think it would ever stop hurting to talk about Deathbelle.

“She rebuilt here, under the name of Ashen. Starting from scratch, and building a banner to reunite the surviving members of her family. I had no aspiration to lead, but then I found Zee. She was a slave at the time, Deathbelle’s handmaiden. We had… an interesting dynamic.” The ageing brute gave a soft chuckle, and shook his head. Perhaps he was telling her too much. More than just the highlights. He was old, and nostalgic. He missed Deathbelle, missed the strength Zee had had in her younger days. He trailed off for a moment, lost in his thoughts.

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