"It's tough, I know," you say, "but if you just wait a little while longer, the mist will clear, and we'll be away from this place and on our way north once again."
"I am sorry, Basileios," says the man. "Though I want to believe what you say, for the sake of those who follow me, I cannot. I bid you well, but the path we walk along can no longer be the same." He signals to his followers, and they leave to seek out a life away from the Tribe of the Red Bear.
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