"Oh, and I got this little thing...a Blood Rune..." mumbled the monk to himself as he reached into his robes to pull out a little, obsidian shard with a crimson rune caved on the flat surface. Every time the monk thought about the Blood Rune, he would feel the urge to touch the rune, to observe the beauty of the red letter, and to want more Blood Runes.
"It is what it is - I need to focus on my walk to Magonlia if I am to make it there in one piece, hah hah hah!" The monk pulled away from the urge to keep staring at the obsidian shard, now focusing on speeding up his walk to Magonlia. However, even if the rune was not on the focused monk's mind - the rune would always be waiting.
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