[Strange words are noted for investigation. Now his mind focuses on the task at hand - in hand - his hands grasping the reins of his mare. He steers her towards a sturdy tree beside her companion. The burden of memories silences him as he loops the leather around its trunk, tying a firm knot before pausing to reminisce. His compatriots were not the only ones to perish the day their kingdom fell.
He tightens the knot in disgust and ignores deep-rooted guilt. Eyes stare towards the canopy as though sunlight is an alien sight. He shakes his head and strides towards his travelling companion. His nose wrinkles, woes forgotten for a time.]
Of course they grow in the most awkward of places.
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He tightens the knot in disgust and ignores deep-rooted guilt. Eyes stare towards the canopy as though sunlight is an alien sight. He shakes his head and strides towards his travelling companion. His nose wrinkles, woes forgotten for a time.]
Of course they grow in the most awkward of places.