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He is exhausted. The eyes of the warrior are dull save for the last shimmer of determination, fueled by the willingness to save the land he’d pledged himself to and the others that called it home. For the most part, he’d been successful in keeping it from the citadel and the library, but rolling hills around them are barren and the trees nothing but ashy, smoldering sticks. His hide is burned and his muscles scream with exhaustion. The Warden had stopped only long enough to quickly drink and eat from time to time, and rested only when he absolutely had to since the fire had first been spotted. There’s a murmur across the Capitol, however, that a peculiar equine had come and asked for them to gather. Begrudgingly, Ulric follows them, but not without a worrisome glance over his shoulder to assure that nobody has gone missing, that the fire won’t sneak up on them while their attention is momentarily elsewhere. He had to keep them safe. His barrel rattled with a cough as he draws near, coming to stand front and center of the ethereal man. Ulric couldn’t be sure, but even in as poor a state as he appeared, there seemed to be something... otherworldly about the one standing before them all. “... Have you come to help?” He asks after a long pause once the coughing had subsided, his voice laden with exhaustion. |
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