The great plains laid before him. His sword was in hand. Armies gathered on the field below, fighting for this land. The land of Fallonar.
"My Lord?" His page asked.
He grunted a reply.
"What do you decide?" The page nervously inquired.
"Keep fighting. This land of ours must be...
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