Brymborlos leads Greyhoof down the long cobbled road to Buckland as he sweeps his maple-green eyes over the fields and ruins on either side of the road. He sighs, shifts in the saddle. A gust of calm summer wind touches his cheeks and soothes his temper. Greyhoof huffed as his hooves clapped the stones of the road.
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