[Tizze] [Story]

[thierrybelleaux]

Nagrand was quiet in the afternoon, save for the bustling of Talbuk and smaller creatures making their ways to the various watering holes scattered across the grassy landscape. Tizze felt the soft grass crush underneath her bare feet, now calloused and scarred by hours of walking. She had promised the spirits a visit, one made by her own sweat and

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[sebrawyn]

Tizze is very dedicated when it comes to her sacred practices. I admire her for it. This is a lovely snippet into her journey.