Travel Thread

 

Wrapped up in a simple, traditional robe designed to protect him from the blazing sun above, the red haired samurai left the village of Sand with naught a look back. He would return, hopefully many times over, but for now he had a few final loose ends which required his attention. Marching once more to the frozen north, he would visit his ancestral homeland, a place which had treated in such an unsavory manner in his youth. He was not overly thrilled to make such a journey, but he felt a growing desire to create, to build, and to possess.

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