[center][h2]Torsten[/h2][/center]

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The morning was quiet, and he was surprised to see the place empty, the fact that no one was about for the morning, though he figured people were out in fields or doing as they needed to survive for the next day. The town was just as droll, but for the sky, cobbled stones, and rain had their beauty, he saw it differently. 

The meadows were almost the same; their natural beauty was something else. He noticed a few puddles; they were just small ponds of life that would be away within a few hours or days. However, he just listened to the birds and thumping of rabbits. The urgency to run was something normal; wildlife was something free, but it had to be afraid to lose the freedom it has or its life.  

Torsten looked at those as he followed the pack; he leaned over Faline's shoulder and looked up, then down at the map again as he straightened himself back up. His nostrils slowly lowered as his breath slowed, he rolled his shoulder some as his far hand went up to pull on it, leaving a loud pop before his shoulder rolled forward once again. 
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"It is a good time of life and enjoyment, and I am glad there are those out here in this world to work and toil in its beauty."[/color] he said with a soft demeanor, [color=007236]"But a rest for prayer may work well, to collect and listen to the world around us as those watch from above." [/color]