You are sitting under a tree, eating something, and minding your own business when you hear hooves and four white horses carrying paladins stop in front of you, gleaming in the light of the sun (or moon, you choose). A little albino girl climbs off one of the horses and approaches you. You there. She says confidently with no amusement in her tone, her eyes grey and lightless and bored Give these men your food. They need it more.
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