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[Wolfe]

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His eyes seemed even clearer, submersed in the clear pool of water. The man’s blonde hair had moments ago been shoulder length, but once again he had gotten it trimmed, along with this small goatee. His previously submersed head emerged from the water, and he took a breath of the fresh air his lungs so craved. He had been grooming and preparing for his return to the land where he had resided for some time, anticipating the sight of the woman who had held his heard in the palm of her hands since he had laid eyes upon her for the very first time.
He grabbed a clean cloth from the rack next to him, toweling his face and hair dry, he turned to a knocking on the door of his small, candlelit chamber.
“Come in.” he greeted the knock.
A man dressed in forest colors that looked as if he had been riding for days opened the door and stepped in, stooping.
“My lord…” he glanced around nervously “… your boat is ready. It’s docked in the eastern bay. They’ll wait for you.” The man then bowed and dismissed himself, shutting the door.
Raedyn nodded, looking over to the armoire in the corner of the room. He walked to it and opened it, revealing a snowy white robe, and grey gloves and boots, as well as a hat well suited for traveling. Yes, this should do nicely.
His eyes moved across the room to his writing table, where a half finished letter lie under a lantern hanger, where he had sat many a night, attempting to put his feelings and thoughts into words. The quill sat on the table parallel to the note, the ink dried up on the tip, and within the well long since.
He had wanted to write to her, to tell her he was well, but she had no doubt heard of his exploits by now. Very few hadn’t, in these lands, at least. He had imagined the stories had traveled over seas to the land he was bound for. He only hoped that they had not been twisted too far from the truth.
His hands ran over the robe once, before he slipped into it and adjusted his clothing to fit perfectly. He pulled on his gloves, laced up his boots, and placed the hat upon his head, his hair still wet.
In the corner, a staff lay alone, surrounded by nothing. The room was furnished only by an armoire, a small bed, and a writing desk.
Raedyn neglected the staff, leaving it lay, and exited the room, heading towards the docks and a new chapter in his life, a barely visible shimmering aura about him could be seen as he walked through the streets.
His eyes fell upon the large boat docked before him, and he lifted his robes and climbed on board. His home away from home awaited him.

“A call from long ago, from far away,
Draws the holy man away!
He seeks for something he thinks he’ll find,
Something from which he cannot draw his mind!
What will we do without him here?
Have fear! Have fear!
The Holy Man has left us!”