I am not sad; it's never that simple. I am in pain. Nobody sees the blood-stained armour I wear, dented and bruised by blows. There is no justice on this land, and our knights are spread thin across this wretched earth.
The shapeshifters have begun to catch up to us, and soon they will devour us. Even I have been bitten by one just a few nights ago. I thought I had escaped it, but I know now, it lies in the shadow, waiting for me to leave an opening; a weakness, and then it will strike at the darkest hour.
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