Cruel Fate: Chapter 5Hero stands at the prow of the mighty metal vessel staring into the night sky. He peers down at his bare sword with some concern. Without a scabbard, he fears it may rust in the miserable weather. The air is thick with drizzle and the stars obscured by belligerent looking cloud cover. The constant humming of the two swordsmen in deep meditation behind him can barely be heard over the memory of Rebecca’s sad voice calling out for the Aveguarde to stop as she stood helplessly on the port. Hero is bored.Cruel Fate: Chapter 5
In all directions, all there is to see is ocean so he returns to the main deck. He regrets not packing a cape but
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