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            Hey! This isn't a stand-alone piece. If you're not acquainted with the canon already, please  visit here first . Thanks!                        Part 1             Part 2             --------            An hour or more passed in dreadful silence.             A few more adjustments happened in that hour, mostly wardrobe. Frg’s clothes went from boyish mishmash to stinky vagabond. He wore a large coat overtop a few shirts. His pants were dirty and torn. He had a large sack with him, and his toes peeked through his mud-caked shoes. His skin darkened with a nice tan, and his hair became a long, tangled mess. There was a walking sti...