"Exile rocks," Lume declared, planting his right foot on a rock and striking a pose. "The entire world lies before us, just begging to be explored." He gestured wildly at the flat, desolate plain. "Think of the marvels we'll find, Rook. Fame and fortune awaits!"
Rook glared at his boistrous companion, adjusted the shield strapped to his back and started walking. His sword clanked gently against his chainmail as he walked towards the forest looming in the distance. "That's the spirit," Lume said, running to catch up. "I knew I could trust you!" He punched Rook's arm good-naturedly. "Ow," he muttered.
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