She sat awake all through the night the scent of distant lake Evendim permeating the air. On her lap lay the medal on its thin silver chain. It had been the imprinted coat of arms she was staring at for hours now while the campfire smoked beside her. Sparrow shook her head, the early birds would start their song soon and her decision had been made, it was time to act after its fashion.
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