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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Erekose13" data-source="post: 2106868" data-attributes="member: 3387">Sten has been awake for a few hours already, he is outside sitting with his back to a stone wall, while the tower slowly springs to life.  Sitting with his feet under him, he leans forward and presses his cheek to the ground.  Lifting his head once again, he draws his short ceremonial knife and removes a tiny piece of flesh from his forearm. He looks again at the cross-stitching of scars on both his arms remembering the dedication that Grumbar asks of his followers.He places the piece of flesh on the ground and presses his other cheek to it, completing the ritual just before the sun rises.  His ministrations finished he rumbles out a low droning note to end with and whipes the blood and dirt from his face.  Standing he stretches his legs having sat for far too long in that position.  Time and patience lead to strength and endurance, he reminded himself.Sten looks out over the small compound, his unusually gray hair bundled loosely into a ponytail.  As the sun's light begins to spread more noise can be heard from the tower's servants.  With another hour or two to spare he sets into his exercises learned as an apprentice blacksmith.  His master had always told him that time may help, but nothing but physical activity will keep you in proper shape.When all is said and done the rather plainly dressed young man gathers his belongings and heads into the tower.  He heads to the kitchens to see if the cooks have anything prepared yet. I wonder if any of my companions have risen yet, he thinks to himself as he nabs a piece of fresh bread.</blockquote>

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