(shhh ;-), hardly, more like a dream sequence for a new character.)
Aragon took his horse and traveled for days on end to reach Santiago. Disguised as a common peasant, he enters, and goes towards his prey: The nearest bar. The place is crowded. Men are at their cups trading war stories, the liars putting on tough faces, and the sorry saps crying of loved ones lost. Aragon sits down beside a sorry sap, and starts to play the game.
The travel across the plains for days, the battlefield is left behind, and they enter dark and nettled forest. There is but one path, the road to Santiago, and they take it. His stride quickens through the monoliths. The trees, older then Chile herself, lean towards the group, closing in. Great monoliths observing the band, only by their permission do they pass, and by their permission will they leave.
Aragon took his horse and traveled for days on end to reach Santiago. Disguised as a common peasant, he enters, and goes towards his prey: The nearest bar. The place is crowded. Men are at their cups trading war stories, the liars putting on tough faces, and the sorry saps crying of loved ones lost. Aragon sits down beside a sorry sap, and starts to play the game.
The travel across the plains for days, the battlefield is left behind, and they enter dark and nettled forest. There is but one path, the road to Santiago, and they take it. His stride quickens through the monoliths. The trees, older then Chile herself, lean towards the group, closing in. Great monoliths observing the band, only by their permission do they pass, and by their permission will they leave.