Earth finished what was left of his meal in silence, rose and dressed, changing his dirty gear for the fine leathers. They were tailored. He felt smooth and agile, like the wind. Strange how mere clothing could have such an effect on the mind. Still, he was the same as he ever was on the inside.
The Omen of the Forgotten? How could it not be far fetched…
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