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Ruin-Tumult
Ruin listened carefully, drinking in her words. Smiling softly, he nodded at each pause, and laughed at the end. Thinking for a brief moment, Ruin leant his chair back onto the floor, resting, and slowly stiffled a yawn.
He then began to describe to her his travels. Ruin was searching for knowledge, searching for the answers to his questions. He traveled with monks to monasteries, journeyed with scholars to libraries, and adventured with nomads to every end of the country. Each time he arrived at his destination, he searched for eons, never finding what he searched for.
He did learn some valuable aspects, though. He learnt more about cultural habitual understanding, learned moral codes, learned about the cultural dieties, and, most importantly, learned the usefulness of sewing.
"Do you have, perchance, a room?" Ruin asks, once his story was finished. Yawning again, he stumbled as he stood, exhaustion settling in. "I need a place to rest. Then, I'll be good for another day or so."
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