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The Last by Zillius de'Covail (Crossing, Zoluren: Skullcleaver 364)A tall human walked into the bar, wearing the familiar barbarian tools of the trade. He strided long and sat at the bar, engaging Baresh with a smile. "G'mornin friend. How are ye today?" Baresh raised an eyebrow. "Morning?" Baresh checked the sun. "Somethin like that." The man grinned. "I'd like to introduce myself ye good barkeep." "Surely." "My name is Zillius de'Covail." He reached out and shook hands with Baresh. "I am the son of Zantiel and Alfreyia." He smiled. Baresh looked at him. "Sorry about your father, my friend...wait a minute. You mean your mother isn't..." Zillius shook his head. "Nae friend. I was born before they even met. It's OK. He left his life for his own reasons. I am here to live his memory, and carry on his traditions." Baresh was curious. "Are ye and he?" He made a circle with his hands. "Nae we are not. I am just his son. His soul is now gone forever. I will miss him terribly, but I'm glad I can live in his memory as such. I just wanted to introduce myself. And if ye knew my father, stop by. I'd like to meet some of his old friends." He stood and smiled. "What? No drinks?" "Nae friend. I don't drink." He grinned, as did Baresh. "Just like him?" "That I'll never be. I can just hope to honor his memory." With that, he exited the tavern quietly. Baresh grinned.
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