T25.44 The Lancebearer, Part 1.14
The deep, warm scent of crushed twigs.
The soft calls of frogstock and snails.
Though he looked fondly to those days now, he could also remember the echoes of great hunger that always rang in his belly, for his family had no wealth to speak of and could only eat a small bowl of gruel every two revolutions.
It due to this state of destitution that he eventually made his way to Fort Awl, which hung some distance above from the Buttresses - to become a warrior.
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