[Zelgadis stares at the face of the bright-eyed youth, his hand clenching into a fist at his side. It takes considerable effort not to react too intensely.
He shakes his head.]
No... I had no home. We were travellers.
[The display continues, showing the youth speaking excitedly with the red-robed priest while the other men distribute food to the villagers.]
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Date: 2023-02-28 05:50 pm (UTC)He shakes his head.]
No... I had no home. We were travellers.
[The display continues, showing the youth speaking excitedly with the red-robed priest while the other men distribute food to the villagers.]