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(Too bad he's dead now xD)

(And thanks. though I originally made it for another RP.)

"Don't worry, It's alright."

Even though she seemed wintered with a weapon. Emotionally she seemed so frail. A juxtapostion he found rather amusing actually.

Rowan then walked out, to the garden where Sigard was saving what was left of the crops.

Myling stood from a distance as Rowan talked to his mother in the distance.

Even though she could not hear entirely what was being said, it was obvious from the way they acted what was spoken.

Eventually the Mother hugged her son and held her hand on his cheek. Eventually Rowan waved her off as she looked almost like she was crying.

Rowan joined up with Myling and escorted her out of the wrecked city.

Out towards the south gate as they walked towards Ivarstead.