Fiontann was standing in front of the ruins of the Barracks, arms crossed, head tilted slightly to the right, letting his hair fall to the side, a frown was formed on his face. He was standing motionless like that for some time, one couldn't tell if he was contemplating or just looking at the charred remains of what once was the Barracks of The Black Steel.His cloak was moving with each torrent of air that was passing, as well as his hair, revealing his face.
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