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Cain walked slowly through the woods of Elwynn forest she was heading in the direction of goldshier, a rather uncharacteristic thing for her to do considering her loathing for the place. However, the town of insane lusting and bizarre behavior was not her intended target. The warlock slowly moved toward the little grave yard just outside of town, she walked through the small opening between the low stone walls into the cemetery this was not a place of heroes. This was not a place of grandiose monuments and statues belonging to the heroes of old, no epic poems of greatness and heroics, this was a simple place, quiet and out of the way where those who lay here can simply rest no more no less, perfection if there ever was a definition for it.
The red head slowly made it through the graves stones glancing at the faded names engraved upon them until she came upon one particular site. A larger stone bearing a small statue of the angle of resurrection she slowly leaned down and placed a small bundle of white tulips and lilies against the stone. Cain’s mismatched eyes looked up at the engraving as she knelt down “Cassandra Masters Beloved Wife and Mother” Cain smiled softly as a single tear rolled down her cheek “Hi mama….it’s cay…”
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Cain walked slowly through the woods of Elwynn forest she was heading in the direction of goldshier, a rather uncharacteristic thing for her to do considering her loathing for the place. However, the town of insane lusting and bizarre behavior was not her intended target. The warlock slowly moved toward the little grave yard just outside of town, she walked through the small opening between the low stone walls into the cemetery this was not a place of heroes. This was not a place of grandiose monuments and statues belonging to the heroes of old, no epic poems of greatness and heroics, this was a simple place, quiet and out of the way where those who lay here can simply rest no more no less, perfection if there ever was a definition for it.
The red head slowly made it through the graves stones glancing at the faded names engraved upon them until she came upon one particular site. A larger stone bearing a small statue of the angle of resurrection she slowly leaned down and placed a small bundle of white tulips and lilies against the stone. Cain’s mismatched eyes looked up at the engraving as she knelt down “Cassandra Masters Beloved Wife and Mother” Cain smiled softly as a single tear rolled down her cheek “Hi mama….it’s cay…”