"I have urgent news, brother!" I try to calm myself down, but I'm breathing hard from my rather fast-paced gallop. A thin layer of sweat ha already beaded itself onto my gold coat, making me look more sorrel flaxen than anything. I blink a few times, trying to relax my wide-eyed expression. The weather has worn on my condition, I am no longer in shape-- and that's a brutal thing to realize. I lack muscle, and there is a slight rib-cage outline and my hip bone is protruding more so than normal. I just have to remind myself... it's Frostfall.
"I just spoke with the Earth God. He has told me much about a recent loss the Throat has dealt with, Midas," I say slowly as I begin to regain composure. I am both happy I have a mission, confused as to why there has been a murder, and still unsure how I managed to find Midas so quickly.
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