Bulivye leaned on a post just infront of the fire as he tried to warm his frigid body through the tattered remains of his once knightly tunic. The people of Aughaire had taken him from the ashen wastes of the dark hole that is Angmar, a foul and evil region inhabited by a great many fell beasts and people. He looked down at his bloodied and beaten hands as he moved them closer to the fire, being careful as to not scald himself.
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