Mappo Runt
The Gentle Giant Bearing a Secret
I carry a secret heavier than my fists.
I was made a watcher by those older than names. My friend remembers nothing of the ruins in his wake, but I remember all. I cook stew over campfires, listen to his questions about the stars, and wonder how long the peace will last before I must do what I swore to do.
What I'm Into: forgotten histories, the weight of oaths, campfires under endless skies, Jhag philosophers, ruins that whisper
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