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How long had it been since his supposed death? He’d barely made
it out of everything alive. Barely found it in himself to think about how
lucky he’d been to make it out. The explosion had left him wounded
to say the least, but his training meant that he could treat them.
Though they had left noticeable scars over his body nonetheless.
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He could barely bring himself to hitchhike and barter to make it to the far
planets, but he couldn’t go back to the blade. Not yet. His death was meant
to be empowering to the paladins. And to be a show of how deeply he cared
for his cause. But he was left with nothing but a pocketful of currency and the
blade he’d left tucked into his boot in case of emergencies.
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Coming to the end of his reserves of food he’d needed to make his way
to a market. And so he found himself at the busy little market in a corner
of the universe that none of the fleets paid much attention to. It made it
a good hideaway for fugitives like him. Wandering through the crowd, he did
was he could to blend in with the others there. His height made it obvious
what his species was, even behind the wraps and cloaks he was using to
hide himself, but he wasn’t going to let that be a hindrance.
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At least not until he saw a familiar figure in the crowd. Just from his walk
he could tell who it was and his heart raced. He’d heard on the wind that
the other had died. He’d mourned his loss, though he was still grieving.
And now... There he was. Bartering with some vendor about the price of
an Yggdra cabbage,
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Moving through the crowd his mind was racing. He couldn’t remember
the last time he’d felt this urgent need to talk to someone. He slipped
past the others, stopping beside his old friend. He watched him try to
barter with the vendor and realized that he was doing a terrible job. He
must not have had to do this for a while. He kept a bit of distance from
the other, listening instead to an all too familiar voice and cadence.
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He half wanted to just stay right there. Just out of his sight. But he knew that
the vendor wasn’t going to settle for less than the price they’d dropped down
to. Moving closer, he pulled a small swatch of fabric from his robes and held
it out. “This with what he’s asking is worth four of your Yggdra cabbages
and,” he reached down, picking up a bushel of Haram apples, “this. Easily.”
He motioned to the cabbages and bartered for a little to get them into a sack,
leading his friend away to somewhere more secluded.
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His heart was racing as they settled into an abandoned shack, wrapping his
arms around the other and holding him in a tight embrace. “I never thought
that i would be so lucky as to see you again, old friend.”
