He sighs, looking up at the sky through the trees as the sky is painted by sunset. "... Another year passed like this... how many does that make it? I stopped counting. Hm?" He mutters to himself before looking behind at the sound of rustling in the overgrowth. By now, he can tell it it's the wind, an animal, or something humanoid. And that was something humanoid. He sees someone watching him, but he can't tell if it's one of his people or a normal human from where he stands.
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