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ManaA slow walking figure finally made it out of Dahlia City. Mimir hadn't expected to be hurt back in his previous quest, but of course everything wasn't certain in this field of work. He had gotten his shoulder cleaned and bandaged in no time, but he still chose to travel quickly. Dahlia City wasn't up to his standards and he would rather be somewhere that his skin would turn as white as snow. The eastern part of Fiore wasn't doing him any justice and he was ready to leave before anything else happened that he couldn't control.
His head pounded which each step he took. Whether it was from exhaustion, or the wound on his shoulder he didn't know. He felt it was best to ignore it for the time being and continue to trek north. This time his destination was a mountain range that was said to stretch all across northern fiore. Seighart was the name if he remembered correctly. Once again it seemed like Fiore was basing some of their words off of his language. Back in his homeland there was a hero by the same name who was said to have defeated a dragon.
Now, again he didn't know how true the myth was, but all legends started somewhere. A smile would seem to cross his face as he moved across the soft ground. He was beginning to like Fiore, hell it wasn't impossible seeing as he had been there for months now. It wasn't time for him to return home anytime soon. Although, once he was strong enough would he make his way back to the northern countries. Banishment meant exactly what it was, but even he could over turn that rule if he became stronger than the person who issued it.
His head pounded which each step he took. Whether it was from exhaustion, or the wound on his shoulder he didn't know. He felt it was best to ignore it for the time being and continue to trek north. This time his destination was a mountain range that was said to stretch all across northern fiore. Seighart was the name if he remembered correctly. Once again it seemed like Fiore was basing some of their words off of his language. Back in his homeland there was a hero by the same name who was said to have defeated a dragon.
Now, again he didn't know how true the myth was, but all legends started somewhere. A smile would seem to cross his face as he moved across the soft ground. He was beginning to like Fiore, hell it wasn't impossible seeing as he had been there for months now. It wasn't time for him to return home anytime soon. Although, once he was strong enough would he make his way back to the northern countries. Banishment meant exactly what it was, but even he could over turn that rule if he became stronger than the person who issued it.
