"But the impulse that propels a man to save a life without a single care to his own: such is his auspice and no greater is needed to a man's heart than such love."
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Wredgeton, the City on the Bridge,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Drizzling Eventide,
Second Mounday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of Adon-Vericus IV
As Nathan Jehu passed the street that was void of persons, he rested his arms upon the railings of the avenue's rim and gazed below.
The drizzle was still continuous but meagre, rippling the waters of the river that was flowing beneath the city of Wredgeton.
He remembered seeing a little brown damsel treading the pillars of the bridge through the torrential rains a couple of days prior. Just as he looked on, amidst thoughts, there was a flutter that shifted in his sights.
