A cold wind blew from the south, Ragrin stood on the cleft of the (name) mountains and gazed out to the east, his long auburn hair flowing freely in the breeze. He touched his swords at his sides for reassurance, the cool steel feeling damp against his fingertips. It would be a trying road to take the boy to (name), but a road he must take none the less. As he stared into the distance he saw the scouting party that would soon find his tracks, this was not a time for panic, the King was awaiting his arrival, it was time to choose his path through the mountains. He knelt down next to the child, put his arm on the boys head and smiled,


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