Willow began to cry. I saw Penn’s eyes begin
to water and I followed with tears I could not hold back. Time
passed and it began to snow again.
The loss of Sir Clerebald weighed heavy on
all of us. Rollin took care of burying the noble knight. None of us
could bring ourselves to perform the task. We sat in Rollin’s cabin
and waited, watching the snowfall. To me, staring out the window at
the virgin snow the world without Clerebald seemed colder, as if
Xenkur was darker for having lost her spirit. I sat and wondered
what she would say about the evil that plagues these lands.
Although I had only known her for a short time, my bond with the
knight was as strong as a family and my heart broke with her loss.
I gazed at the new fallen snow and cried.
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Rollin Ayymon had come back
