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The raggedy band of Nocks Rollteye was never quite sure what their old Chief was up to. They had been wandering together for years with the big odd fox, traversing the woodlands and flatlands by the western shore and scavenging a living off what they could find. There were nigh on forty of them, a good solid amount for safety in numbers. They were mixed weasels, rats, ferrets and stoats. And one oddball fox.
Nocks was the color of unworked iron from the tip of his scarred nose to the end of his bedraggled tail. He wore garments of woven goat's hair dyed in many different colors-a pair of breechclouts and a long coat with frayed edges dragging on the ground. His eyes were the hue of morning sky over the desert, a muted lavender which perplexed the Seers and bloodline-soothsayers alike. Nocks seemed to enjoy tripping them up.
It was the earliest of risers that spotted the thin curl of blue smoke from the top of their Chief's lean-to tent.
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Memory from a timeless land,
sleep within the soughing sand.
Losing sleep with every thought
of the wound left in my heart.
I dare not say from where I come
before the days of Ungatt Trunn,
before the start of all my strife,
before the ending of my life.
The sea sighs, but one day will roar.
Rise, swell, and overpour.
These eyes will see these days go down
and in my grief will watch him drown.