A long, long way from Koob, an old man sits at the centre of an almost otherworldly building, he watches the entrance which leads to a bridge so long its hard to make out the other side.
As the shadows grow longer in the arena the old man sees the bridge has been clear all day, and is thankful there are no warriors to challenge him today, the arena shan’t claim another life until at least tomorrow.
The old man begins to meditate as night draws in.
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