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William laughed at the thought of being nobility. He was a poor laborer from this forsaken town. His heroics were the cause of his will to survive. In fear he found courage. In courage he found nothing but honorable death. He failed to acquire that death though. So, he lives in the shadow of the glory he might have had if he had died in the Great War.

He wondered if the priest knew of the horrors of war. He seemed to look so crestfallen over the death of some slave owner and some horrible monster. William wondered if he would be looked down upon for the killings of many young men who fought against him in that war. William thought to himself. Would the priest have it in him to do what was needed for survival? Did anyone?

He watched the child cry over the death of her master. He also wondered why she thought she needed that man. He noticed the attachment that the women had begun to grow towards the child as well. Then, he looked on at Rune, who was solitary in his own right.

William wondered why he fought so hard for people he had never met. Then, he remembered that he did the same in the war. He fought for values that weren’t his own. He fought for a land he barely knew. He did so with all his will. William knew that he had to do the same through this trial; if not for himself, than at least for his lost love.

“Priest, do you have any real clues as to what could have brought about this curse? I mean, other than the magic folk of our land. Do you actually think the mages could bring about a blight such as this?”