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"I don't have a plan. I dunno where dragons are, even, on this world. But, the way I see it, wnder for long enough and you're bound to run into one. Gotta kill an evil one - that was how this blade was originally blessed. And if it can be blessed again, it can hold Karnas again!"
Tancred throws some stuff in a sack, readies his small possessions, clears out his room, pays his tab with his last few coins, and makes ready to set out. The gulmness has left him - once again, he has a quest, and is wholly reliant on destiny - as usual.
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