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He walked to his feet grew tired and sore. He found some comfort under a ledge of rocks , near the river bank. He chose to follow the river, thinking of the fine fish he ate the other sun rise that had past. Then he remember that wicked laugh. The laugh that grew chills that crept down his spine. He...

Tired, cold, hungry. The same feelings Delvolver has felt for the past 3 sun rises. He stops to listen for any strange sound, or a animal he could kill for his meal that moon rise, when he could pitch a good 'ole fire to warm his numb, cold body. The last thing Delvolver had on his mind was where he...