He glides into land on tilted wings, his bulky frame easily maneuvering between the trees until he lands on the frosty ground and dead leaves that make up the Rotunda. Arakh is suspicious of Kisamoa's intentions, but he thinks that the vast majority of Helovians can't possibly be that wrong about him - surely he's trustworthy, else somebody far cleverer than Arakh would have already questioned the situation. |
SWP :: And so it begins
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