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Aiden Wyndmere

Against the Giants - Hill Giants Steading

It is cold. The late fall wind is sharp up here. Leaves blow about on the ground and the evergreen trees whisper to me of danger. Snow is not far off.

I will sit here a moment longer, and continue to sharpen my greatsword. We will once again press on against these villainous giants. We are in their lair. I long to come to grips with them and end their threat to Harkenwold. We have slain many… I will make use of this blade soon.


Gosh Aiden, could you be more melodramatic? Just give me five more minutes with this magic circle…

Aiden Wyndmere

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