<center>The Swordsman</center>
What dost thou want from me?
Why dost thou need me?
I cannot quarrel anymore!
Take back my sword.
Open up the barracks
Just leave me be.
I am too old for this.
What difference does it make?
I shall march off and fall in battle
the wind shall blow forevermair.
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The new faces of the fallen Gaian Lord.