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Entering the tavern where

the fellas want to rest

Full of conversations for

the soldiers of the west

Smelly, full of mold,

the wanderers don’t care

As long as they hold, a pint of

“Samuel’s Ale”.

“Come and sit along us,

dear stranger,

What’s your secret business?

Lies, please don’t tell.”

“How cordial could ever

a northern town to be,

Suspicious are your intentions,

oh that’s an armory?”

Not even thirty seconds, already

passed away

Two shiny heavy metals,

brandished towards him

Unlikely to the others,

he didn’t blink an eye,

He only made a movement,

“One more stout pint?”

How furious could a man be?

When he receives dishonesty?

Medieval years

we are going through

With battle’s believed

to prove fortitude.

How fiercely he stands, against them

Confident about his presence of mind

“Get out of my way,

there’s a mission ahead!

No time to waste with

your bloody heads.

Here they lie, down to the ground

Because they stood

in front of his way.

The ranger must continue the path,

While armies of west,

gain the ground.

This is the way, the story begins

of Lucius the Brave,

from battalion grey

His secret mission, he must fulfill,

in order to save humanity

(from the army of Frayie)