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Ravennar
Ravennar felt his eyes widen when he heard Heather's request. At first, he could not clearly understand what she wanted to say, so baffled he was. So fate had indeed decided to give him another chance. He tried to ignore the pang of uneasiness that he felt. Was he ready to return among people? Would that not lead him again to sorrow?
Ravennar shook his head. No, he should not think like this. Heather was right, she could help him. And he had grown fond of her, the first friendly face that he had seen in a long time.
He looked arround. Few now remained in the inn yard. The songs had stopped, and in the air the melancholic silence of the night was settling. The time had come for him to move on.
"Very well," he said to Heather, "we shall go. I am glad, Heather, glad that you stumbled upon me, and got me out of my dark brooding. I shall be glad to be your companion, also."
He smiled, gazing at the bright stars high above him. He felt confident, and happy, and young. What had happened in the past was to remain behind, and he would start out as a new person.
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