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Finally, Soren broke through the trees and the trio were on their way north.
The Czar did not keep a pace many could hold. His body was honed and toned for this type of work: patrolling and fighting. He expected each of his warriors to be able to keep this pace with him, or fall behind. The Dauntless did not let anything except excellence stand in his ranks. This patrol, this time with Soren, would be a test of that. Did Paladin's son hold the excellence of his father? Or was he merely a boy raised up with a name making his balls bigger than they truly were? Archibald snorted some, silently over his bond with Loretta, at the thought. Ktulu and Ophelia were excellent. Soren had a great deal to live up to, in Archibald's eyes.
The God of the Earth had warned against something sinister hiding in the lands. It was undetected by the gods, he had mentioned, and it made Archibald's drive to investigate these new lands greater and more fierce. Before him, Loretta sprinted through the overgrown foliage of the Blood Falls. The king did not look back to see if Soren was keeping up with him. Instead, he just continued his patrolling as the sun rose and began to rage overhead, the faintest whisper of the Birdsong to come vibrating through reddened buds.
What won't kill me - dies
@Soren
