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(OoC: I'll have my fun in due time, don't you worry. Besides, I don't want the club to go inactive again because you guys are too scared to try something.  Thank you though, I appreciate it.)
Dromar went out into the field between the stables and the bar, to meditate. He needed a couple hours to clear his head, and he figured he'd leave his sub-ordinants in disarray, give their minds something to stew over for the time being. Settling atop a small hill covered in grass, smelling of fresh flowers and a bit of seabreeze, Dromar closed his mind and body off to the material world, taking himself on a spiritual journey of serene bliss. He sat there, until time had no meaning, until it held no purpose. The sun began dying beneath the horizon, and Dromar continued to sit with his eyes closed. |
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Dromar Darkwind|Der Führer von FFR|Super Elite Member
Prince of Final Fantasy Republic
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