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Malius stood out his front door, watching the busy street, full of merchants and citizens alike. Some smiled and waved at Malis, but others, having seen his demeanor, decided it better to ignore him.
He hoped that one of his friends may stop by, but then it hit him like a boulder... he had no friends. Malius stumbled backward, trying to catch his breath after the realization. He was alone, no friends, no allies. Right now, not even any enemies that he knew of.
"I wasn't always like this," Malius mumbled under his breath. Once again, he reached up and rubbed his scar. He felt so alone in this new city. Malius decided it time he reversed his life. He would no longer walk around being a grumpy dwarf. He needed to live, not merely survive.
Malius smiled at this new realization.
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