Venoct sat on a tree branch, looking over the vast plain that stretched out before him. He recalled the great battle that was fought almost 60 years ago, though the reason wasn't very good. He was so wound up in his thoughts that he surprisingly hadn't noticed you approach him until you were looking directly at him. He narrowed his eyes briefly as he stared at you before speaking in his usual cold and unfriendly voice Who are you, and why have you decided to approach me?
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