The homeless warm cold hands around him: Bundled mothers and babies. Tired-eyed men. Dirty faced urchins in his crackling light.
“Let me tell you an old story,” the fire elemental says. “Of the wizard that enslaved me, the hero that freed me, and of hope.”
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I like the sound of that elemental’s story. Hope you get to tell it someday.
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Immolay is a character I should expand upon, I agree. I’ll try to fit him into my Burus stories.
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