Dill-Pickle-Fremen

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"It's never too late to be what you might have become." -George Eliot

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Dill-Pickle-Fremen
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"You were a warrior, I hear?" Nāmu said. Yhiwri slowly nodded. He didn't look at Nāmu, instead he looked at the curved sword over the crackling fireplace.

For a few silent moments he continued that intense stare, before taking a long sip of mead and said: "More than that, friend; I was the gentry's darling, the prideful prince of Shantzeh, an idol to my sons..." Yhiwri seemed to choke up on that last one, and started petting Athmos who layed on his lap.

"Oh, mate, I'm sorry." Nāmu put his arm around his bowed shoulders and lifted him from the cushions. "I feel like an asshole. I shouldn't have mentioned-" "No, no, anyone would take the chance to ask of my illustrious legacy," Yhiwri composed himself, wiping some moisture from his eye. "Let's meet the rest, shall we?"


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