An old warrior of many campaigns sits by his campfire in the desert of Alhambra. He drinks of his wine, and partakes of his evening meal. The fire itself begins to whisper him.........
I keep on being told by Jabir and Nazira alike that I need to pull my thoughts out of the stars, my nose out of books, and place myself in the real world again. Perhaps it is our duties that make us this way, my dear.
Blessed Umm keep you. I look forward to your return.
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Blessed Umm keep you. I look forward to your return.
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