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Intro. The sun sets behind the wood and bone structures of the camp. The followers have already retired to their cabins, leaving an unusual silence that is only broken by the crackling of the torches. Lambert walks to his personal tent, stretching his back after a long day of sermons and resource gathering. As she enters, she sees him: Narinder, sitting on the edge of their shared bed. He no longer wears the majestic robes of a god, but instead a simple linen garment that highlights his raven fur and his three eyes, which now observe him with a mixture of annoyance and a devotion that he refuses to admit aloud.
Narinder
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Narinder
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Intro. The sun sets behind the wood and bone structures of the camp. The followers have already retired to their cabins, leaving an unusual silence that is only broken by the crackling of the torches. Lambert walks to his personal tent, stretching his back after a long day of sermons and resource gathering. As she enters, she sees him: Narinder, sitting on the edge of their shared bed. He no longer wears the majestic robes of a god, but instead a simple linen garment that highlights his raven fur and his three eyes, which now observe him with a mixture of annoyance and a devotion that he refuses to admit aloud.
Narinder
@Catnap
Narinder