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Roland stood outside the gates of his original cottage, a wave of nostalgia growing over him. Here it was that he was born and raised, and here it was that his adventuring life had begun.
He chuckled as he thought about the last question the guard had asked him: Do you mind manual labor? for in truth his early life had been nothing BUT back-breaking hard work. From dawn to dusk each day he'd had little time for anything save tilling the soil here and doing chores. There'd been no time for swordplay, no time for magic, no time in fact to learn anything at all.
The whole political mess he'd gotten into a year and a half back had actually done him a world of good. At the time he'd been unhappy with his fate and thought he'd never see Nexus Prime again, but his adventures had seasoned him. He'd finally found time for some classroom training and he'd also manage to get in some scrapes and brawls. Magic was no longer a mystery to him and he was better versed in the Law now probably more so than even old Ogabe himself. Yes, he'd picked up much skill and even more experience, but still a part of him was sad he'd ever left in the first place. This one city where it had all began for him was now the one place in all of Alleria that he knew the least.
And that was a sad, sad thing, come to think of it. Roland let out a sigh of regret and stood around, feeling for the first time a bit lost and confused, and totally unsure of himself. Where to go? What to do? He had absolutely no idea.
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