It's a cold day, the wind chilling. Trees rustle in the breeze, people are up and about. Ships sail the Whale Road (Sea/Ocean), battles are fought, axes are sharpened. Yet something about the last two or so days had been.. off. The sky has been awfully dark, the air thick with something undetectable. But it was there. The Bloodsworn were at the Grimholt, readying themselves to go to Darl and get Vol back. The Battle-Grim marching onwards. But.. It was different, today..
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