Ragged breathing, rustling leaves, the snapping of wood. The sounds that Theron Mahariel had left behind him, toppling disgracefully around the fauna, his throat burning dry, his eyes filled with tears that wouldn't stop. Brushing aside branches , getting cut from the occasional thorn bush, the Dalish Elf sprinted as far as his little feet could take him, never looking back. All he was left with was his thoughts… replaying all that had occurred in disbelief.
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