We are on a march. Finally
No Bree, no home, only the constantly changing new sights around us, aching feet and uncomfortable tents, fellow Guards around me, minding their own business
I am here
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Sis' told me about this place and still it is entirely different, there's beauty alright, in those amazing ancient monuments surrounding us, just as she described
And yet she did not see the dark, the danger lurking within the corners, not those hard, cold stares the people here give to us when we pass by, that constant feeling of someone watching our every step, waiting for something to happen, waiting for us to make a mistake, maybe
For the entire Guard is here, and I don't like it, we are strong in numbers but still an easy target I fear, there is too many of us together
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And I still haven't been able to talk to him about that what happened with the woman
It must be done though I hate it, we are about to start and fight for real, and I am of balance
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No carrot peeling again. Ever. Blasted
