*SLAM!* He turns and nods to the Captain as he hefts a suit of armor onto his pack and with a swift turn of the heel he about faces and marches loudly out of the barracks.A grim mask of determination is the face that belongs to Sheildor Draftshaft.Any of the people who watched him stomp out of the towns southern gate could see by the firm set of his jaws and the steel in his eyes that he was definitely undertaking a serious journey.But if they only knew deep inside how he felt, that his stomach was in knots,his hands were sweaty and the perspiration on his brow was almost pure terror.Going north to his home was all he had dreamed about for years but now that it was actually happening he didn't know how to feel about it.Would they accept him with open arms?He didn't know but deep in his heart he knew it was the right thing to do and so with one foot in front of the other Sheildor nods a farewell as he passes the street vendor.Turning around at the gate and giving one more look to what had been a home and a place of refuge for a homeless dwarf he sighs heavily and exits the gate with a heavy heart.
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