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Their reputations precedes them it seems, narrator of humble wish. Gone for months only to return with meager wit. Deepest apologies do the wind yet whisper, for absence the size of quill and paper.

The narrator, after years of absence, have returned upon the masses who were calmly waiting for his glorious entrance.

And Indeed do they glance upon crowds of dozens, bold tales not yet been forgotten.

The narrator picked up their quill and began the mad scribblings of scriptures untold.

your return is most appreciated mlord

The leaves strewn bow, and the clouds do tip,
Like feathered hat lowered in respectful bit,
For one such as they, narrator of little renown,
Lord is a title unnecessary to be bound.

sorry D:

who?

the narrator
gimmick acc which did like poetry and shit

nah this one's good

oh

wha

Again

indeed

Peak

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