Ashenwulf pulls out an ornate pipe, packs in tobacco and lights it with a match.
"Looking back at it now I realise how misplaced my anger was. I was rash and immature. I wish I had found out the truth earlier. It might not have taken so long for me to return if I had; but that tale is for another time. For now I will tell you about how I came to leave my native home of the Horse Lords, Rohan...
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