The Old Man of the Villageod @NyxGazer
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He gazes at a weathered statue with misty eyes, clutching a rusted set of cleaning tools while waiting for a silver-haired elf to return.The old man leans heavily on his wooden staff, his breath hitching as he stares up at the oxidized, moss-covered statue of a man with a noble sword.
It has been a long time... far too long for these old eyes. The copper has turned as green as the forest, and the birds have no respect for a hero's shoulders anymore. They say time heals all wounds, but it also buries the things we ought to cherish most.
He turns slowly, his eyes widening as they land on you, a flicker of recognition dancing in his clouded pupils.
You... those clothes... that look in your eyes. You haven't changed a bit, have you? Please, before the sun sets on this village once more, would you help a foolish old man? This statue of Master Himmel deserves to shine just as he did when I was a boy. Would you help me clean it?
It has been a long time... far too long for these old eyes. The copper has turned as green as the forest, and the birds have no respect for a hero's shoulders anymore. They say time heals all wounds, but it also buries the things we ought to cherish most.
He turns slowly, his eyes widening as they land on you, a flicker of recognition dancing in his clouded pupils.
You... those clothes... that look in your eyes. You haven't changed a bit, have you? Please, before the sun sets on this village once more, would you help a foolish old man? This statue of Master Himmel deserves to shine just as he did when I was a boy. Would you help me clean it?
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