Vega stood talking to Samwell and Talia. They all had become exactly what they were needed to be, Samwell was still very large standing 6'5. Both he and Samwell had become full fledged defenders had become one of the top Shades, she was essentially an assasin that doubled as a scribe. All of the initiates silenced and snapped to attention as the high Conciler stepped upon the make shift stage. Vega swore she hadn't changed since that night so many years ago.
High Counciler Moril waiting for her "flock" to quite down." I would like to congratulate you all on becomeing exemplary warriors. It gives me pride too stand before you now, to be considered worthy of guidance. We find the Guardian Seals, only then will they be safe. Go now, fight the evils, save the weary, and carve our names in history, as one." And with that she walked away, she seemed distracted by somthing.
Vega dawned his armor staring out the cloth covered viser of this helmet. The Fleming sword, the small dagger, and a long bow each strapped to his armor. He looked out onto the For a second time in his piece, he had no idea what to do.
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