The one-eyed man quaffed the last dregs of the bitter draft and gingerly put down the empty cup onto the oaken table in front of him, his hand shaking as he did. His fabled strength was, unfortunately, not what it used to be. Oh, his muscles still held some potency but the smaller, slower movements vexed him. Even walking posed a problem or two nowadays.
But he had to come here today. Although some might say that they would have to travel a great distance, they would be here today. He would see his beloved friends again.
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