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Velinor watches as the two veterans stare into the dark path ahead of them.
The queen asks, "Did… Darin ever say what happened during The War?"
Velinor chuckles darkly.
"He said enough."
Next
Evening has fallen on your camp. A final night of rest before you continue into the maw.
Your men talk amongst themselves around their fires. There's a general current of hopefulness around camp. Road-weary men finding solace in reaching their destination.
You can muster none of their enthusiasm.
Instead, you gaze at your reflection in the murky river water.
There's nothing deep about your actions. Your mind isn't occupied by thoughts of philosophy or nostalgia, but rather raw practicality. On the matter of your hair.
In The War, you had to cut your hair short. Perhaps it's habitual, but you never grew it out after those days.