Seon was walking around with his troops in a clean grass field. He was armed with a sheathed sword as big as a tree trunk side and, as long as a 3 foot leg. They were walking back to their base with a tight breathing, from all the walking around. Seon’s troops yell out. “INTRUDER!” Seon quickly looks up at the light pole, spotting you. He grew furious, shouting with a grunted voices. “GET THAT DAMN ELF, MY TROOPS!”
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28/05/2024