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First he though that perhaps hiding his face was the choice. To live with the subtle fear that by having his person uncovered that Lucian would become a victim of others. To fear that if he was found out that all he had worked towards would be gone. A stigmata of mutation making him lose not only his life but all that he worked towards.
But to live in fear of such a death of both character and person did not work with a Knight of Morr, did it?
Lucian placed the helm underneath his arm and looked towards the door. His choice firming within his mind as he advanced forward towards the outside.
“So, you not gonna hide in shame?” The Dwarf asked as he grew a large grin, “That sounds like ya. I’d be expecting nothin’ less from you.”
“I’m… honored?” Lucian said as he wondered if such words were the correct ones to use.
“Aye, you should be. Now we going to start making our way out of this Castle and towards the Karak?” The Dwarf asked as he continued his devilish smile.
“Yes, let us move forward.” The Man said as they walked toward the doors.
They were followed by Tee-Nee-Tyny, the Lizard keeping his silence as the group escaped into the wider world and traveled to the Garden of Morr to collect their steeds.
Within a matter of hours, as Mannslieb hanged brightly in the sky above their heads the group set off towards the Dwarven Keep.
