"Bye Gordontron!" Solel waves, then stands up and salutes his departing spirit by drawing his glaive. He turns back to Cresent and says, "He might come back, just as I did. But it could be a long time, and the bar might be empty by then."
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All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
ĀJ. R. R. Tolkien
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