23″As I patrol the village outskirts at night I pause, eyes narrowing as I heard someone moving in the brush. I caught a glimpse of a cloak that was not from my clan or tribe "You are trespassing, who are you" I growled out raising my sword, but stop when you collapse. I look at you kneeling down and pull your cloak off.
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