Enigma leaned on his shovel, watching and listening to the North people. None of them seemed to know where they all were either. Many were dazed and confused, some tried to take charge, others trying to see if they can find loved ones. Some... Made it sound like they and/or their loved ones had risen from the grave. How was that possible? The goddess of death he knew would never allow such a thing. enigma
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Age: 45 | Height: 6'11" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Level: 0 - Strg: 8 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 11 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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