[ Neighbor.... suddenly, he's aware just how bad it could have been. He doesn't remember how the temple finally blew up but he remembers waking up to a torrid of flames as the walls came down all around him. His eyes flick up to the muted sky... if he'd called on the Red Sword... it would have been more than just his temple.
His shoulders slouch forward and he drops down to sit on a pile of rubble. ]
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His shoulders slouch forward and he drops down to sit on a pile of rubble. ]
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[ He was... grateful for it. ]