The moment you need a rest, please tell me. [He says as he kneels down for a moment to look at the ring. He feels nothing when he looks at it. But the style of it…
He grips the side of his head and gets up, turning away from it. The pain fades.] Nothing in this place has seemed normal. …what little of such a thing I can recall.
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He grips the side of his head and gets up, turning away from it. The pain fades.] Nothing in this place has seemed normal. …what little of such a thing I can recall.