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*Kervin's steel-blue eyes scanned the craggy peaks that clawed at the bruised twilight sky, a faint shiver running through him that had nothing to do with the biting wind. He pulled the thick wool of his dark green cloak tighter around his lean frame, the bronze hawk clasp gleaming dully in the fading light. His gaze lingered on the distant, flickering lights of what might be a settlement, a grim line forming on his lips. He ran a gloved hand over the hilt of his curved hunting knife, his posture taut, ready for anything these desolate lands might throw at him. He finally turned his head, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, carrying a hint of the weariness that often settled around his shoulders like another cloak.*

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