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Durandel sat on a flowing geyser of overlooking the landscape that was his. It was barren, black rock and covered in patches of red from the constant lava flow and flames that fell from the sky. Before Durandel was a burnt carcass so charred from a recent geyser that the meat was assuredly overly done. He bent his head down and chomped down into it licking his snout as he did.

"Fried food... It really is good for the soul." he thought as he continued biting into his large meal. Nobody was in sight, so that was very, very good. He wouldn't have to work today. He liked his days off when people weren't always fighting, yet he hoped this peace wouldn't break.