“Turning his back on the village of Unwin, Chiave lumbered into the forest, barely able to walk under the weight of all he carried.”

“Turning his back on the village of Unwin, Chiave lumbered into the forest, barely able to walk under the weight of all he carried.”

“We live in a magic time, Kanefionn Stoneweaver. Who is to say that it is not you who create these marvels?”

“May the Code replicate eternal.”