Date: Fall 10, 517 A.V.
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Xen wanted to sleep before dusk descended upon his humble bungalow, yet slumber evaded him like a shy girl overwhelmed by the suggestion of a simple kiss, leaving him awake in the semi-darkened room. Thus, he was alone amidst the emptiness of his abode when an awful idea came to his mind: one offering little comforts and safety and carried an abundance of wildness and rememberability. Xen considered the idea, wallowed in regret for a bit then proceeded to place on his leather armor which was as dark as the night that subtly approached. He gathered his weapons last, strapping one within its sheath onto his side while the other he received from Lazarin rested inside a backpack he threw onto his shoulders. Then he departed, leaving one of the few delights he had behind as dusk settled over Syka and while the quietude—ever-present, forlorn, and foreboding—hung in the air around him like the gnats and mosquitoes that thirsted for blood.
“..... ”
Xen wanted to sleep before dusk descended upon his humble bungalow, yet slumber evaded him like a shy girl overwhelmed by the suggestion of a simple kiss, leaving him awake in the semi-darkened room. Thus, he was alone amidst the emptiness of his abode when an awful idea came to his mind: one offering little comforts and safety and carried an abundance of wildness and rememberability. Xen considered the idea, wallowed in regret for a bit then proceeded to place on his leather armor which was as dark as the night that subtly approached. He gathered his weapons last, strapping one within its sheath onto his side while the other he received from Lazarin rested inside a backpack he threw onto his shoulders. Then he departed, leaving one of the few delights he had behind as dusk settled over Syka and while the quietude—ever-present, forlorn, and foreboding—hung in the air around him like the gnats and mosquitoes that thirsted for blood.
