As he looked at his own body, he only found scars on his side and thigh from before he obtained the undying blood. Though there were cuts left past his black vest and gray tunic beneath, which he wasn't worried about.
I'm immortal now, then?...I should be happy about this, but…I'm not. I'd give it up for him to come back. Besides…I hardly think I'm immortal; Vandread mentioned it before that enough injuries would get to him, he thought.
A sigh left his lips as he fiddled with the fabric ring on his finger and the dragon-symboled necklace he wore, reminded of those he'd encountered on this arduous journey.
It'll be over soon. I'm almost there–the Guild Foundation, he thought.
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What followed was a much needed time of quiet leisure through the calm valleys of Milligarde; brief stops were taken by crystal-clear springs to collect water, and Roan swiftly hunted wildlife for them to sustain themselves with.
