A culmination of every player's effort had led to this.

An awakening was taking place, the gypsy said.

One that no one is ready for…

Oh shat up, the burly man in the apron, whose name was Robert, said.

The gypsy, Ronald, paid him no heed.

We are moving toward the end.

Everything's always been that, Robert snorted back.

I listened and cared as the wilderness had taught. Feeling my face, I felt something odd.

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I was smiling.

Oh, the boy is finally breaking.

I told you we could get him eventually, bellowed Robert.

At least one of us is…the sullen Ronald continued on his prophetic dismay.

I could feel that the rest of the party was feeling the negative effects of his words like a curse.

As the aura continued and would have proved fatal to the resolve of the entire group, he stepped in like a blinding light.

Come on now, everyone doesn't pay heed to the morose gypsy. We will band together and accomplish this goal just as we had the last, and the one before the last, and continue until our flags are flying high above the ramparts of our soul’s endeavors!

A war cry of a paladin who was tall, much too tall, or was it the words that boosted him up?

Golden hair, cold steel eyes, and armor that glittered in the sun.

The leader for a reason.