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"I'm sure I'll miss you too," Marin looked out at the rain was slowly coming to a stop, their cloak nice and warm with the two of them in it. They didn't know, of course, figuring there was used to it from someone.
"And not really anywhere in particular. I'm a wanderer, traveling the world to see what it has." And run away from the tyrant who'd sent their best friend to their death.