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That cold look, the words that preceded it, and those that followed. It all made cold determination slowly turn hot, anger brewing in the man trying his best to imitate the chilly humbleness of the servant. His purpose was clear, and it was not to bicker and fight, although spilling his patron's purpose for him wasn't either what he had in mind. A better man had proudly displayed his quest, a hero had never hesitated in speaking up about what the Shepherd had offered him, and what they had ordered him.
"I am not one to question the gods, let alone the Sauðamaðr. They gave me a quest to show my worth, to gather what is needed for them to provide me protection." Are said with a voice thoughtfully kept not much more than a whisper. At the verge of letting too much emotion shine through the pitiful mask he had donned.
"I am not one to question the gods, let alone the Sauðamaðr. They gave me a quest to show my worth, to gather what is needed for them to provide me protection." Are said with a voice thoughtfully kept not much more than a whisper. At the verge of letting too much emotion shine through the pitiful mask he had donned.
