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Serenno~Blackgate Forrest~10:30
The morning sun was beating down on Adron, forcing a bead of sweat to pool above his brow. Taking a moment to wipe the sweat on his forearm he looked to the overgrown terrain below him. Once it had been a beautifully maintained bed of flowers that the Count would visit with his sisters. Honestly he had never cared for helping his sisters in their garden, but he had always found it rather therapeutic. Something he could use now more than ever.Adron had been named Archlord of The Dominion and announced the reformation of a new Galactic Republic. The truth of the responsibility had begun to weigh on the man, leaving him in a rather stressed mood as of late.
The Count exhaled, glancing up to the sun that seemed to only be growing hotter by the second. "I came out too late." He pointed out.
Never the less he continued to tend the weeds that had grown over his families garden.
He pushed all of the weeds he had gathered towards the edge of the bank, shifting from his knees to sit down for a moment. With another soft exhale he gestured towards the pile of weeds, in a sharp explosion the pile was blown into the river, washing down and away from the mountains. "I hate gardens." He muttered.
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