At the Border //Kallen

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[Cujo:]

I kept asking myself why I was putting myself through this. I had no real answer; it seemed natural for me to be drawn toward my childhood home, didn't it?

Either way... We were so close. All we had to do was jump the border and get into Scanra. Maybe I could convince Kallen there was some reason we needed to go to where I'd been raised. If I asked just right...

We were in the courtyard of some stupid noble we'd just offed, along with his family. Well, his wife. Their children were all grown, off being noble knights and fancy ladies and other preposturous things.

Pity, his sons weren't here. I'd enjoy killing them; the knights of this realm were blundering idiots.

The courtyard was extravagently decorated, with flowers and greenery everywhere. It looked to me like they were compensating for the lack of plant life outside their fief. "Kallen," I called, demanding his attention.

I tossed aside the piece of broken pottery I'd been holding, smirking at the shatter it made when it hit the stones.

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