He sighed and shook his head to try to get his mane out of his eyes. The wind had changed and now came from behind, pushing a considerable amount of mane into his face.
Ah, you couldn't change the winds... The Lawspeaker turned into the wind instead, and started chanting another bloodline. He wondered who would remember his bloodline when he was gone. At this rate there wouldn't be any children to carry on the family tradition. His brother would rather goof around spreading thinly disguised slander than honor their parents. And Torbjörn... Torbjörn tried. He really, really did.
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