"Removing his helmet as he approached the grove, he kicked off his heavy boots, allowing his toes to grasp the lush green grass with every step, feeling the moisture of the ground as each foot sinks gently into the dirt.
He gazed into the clear blue of the sky as he threw his head back, wiping the sweat off his brow. For far too long he has seen the world through the thin slit in his helmet, the visor allowing him to see just enough for combat.
Those days are over, he thought; he has found his sanctuary, and the defenses that have served him during his journey were now unnecessary. He undid the leather straps of his breast plate, allowing it to fall to the ground with a dull thud as he pressed on towards the grove.."
A little bit of folly can be deadly, eh.
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