I was just a kid at the time. Stupid and trusting. An old man approached me and gave me a magic medal. I don't have it here, but it basically kept me from getting hurt or dying.
I saw him again not long before I was brought here. It had been a decade. He looked different than what I remembered, but I knew it was him the moment I saw his face and he spoke.
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I saw him again not long before I was brought here. It had been a decade. He looked different than what I remembered, but I knew it was him the moment I saw his face and he spoke.