anticipation

Eastward Bound

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
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Taraborn sat atop his horse, Thunder, looking along the East-West road, the sun rising in the distance. A gentle breeze ruffled through his thick, black hair and he sighs with content. He was heading off on a new journey, not knowing where it might end. The road was enticing, and he itched to get moving once again.

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