[ No response. Only the soft rattling of chain. And heat. You can feel heat. Enough you make you sweat beneath the ragged clothes, and inch under the skin as your vision starts to swim.
You can't see the others, until-- Movement? Something is approaching.
Or, someone, rather.
They look ... run down. Dressed in rags and tired, but steadfast. Their hands tighten around the grip of their, wielding it more like a sword than the axe that it is. ]
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You can't see the others, until-- Movement? Something is approaching.
Or, someone, rather.
They look ... run down. Dressed in rags and tired, but steadfast. Their hands tighten around the grip of their, wielding it more like a sword than the axe that it is. ]