The Seer's Purpose
There was a frosty chill in the air as it howled through the door. Moax covered himself in the cloak he had brought with him. It was colder than usual, perhaps from the rain that had fallen earlier. The villagers had sung them cheers and praises until the end and as Moax had closed the door, they gathered around in a circle outside the grave. The elder seemed ready to give them a speech, but no one here was interested in the matter. Instead, Moax sat inside what appeared to be the village’s warehouse. It was spacious when considering the huts that lay beside it, but besides that, there was nothing else to it. Discounting the stuff that they had brought, it was mostly empty. His father had sat here with another for the longest while, deep in thought. He had said nothing much besides that t
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