At the edge of the battlefield they stop to regroup. Uncle whittles a #spoke from wyvern bones as Grandma mends wagon roofs with dire wolf hides. Mother lights the funeral fires that night. Might not be our kin that fell, but we’ll honor their sacrifices all the same.
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