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[cyclus]

[ Phainon isn't entirely conscious of the way he's said it, but it's a long story, if he were asked. It doesn't register in his mind one way or the other. It's simply one of those things. ]

I was a soldier, so there was less time for poetry than I might have liked. I have more time now, so I could indulge a little more.

[ Nodding his head, he grins. ]

There was a poet who inspired my desire to explore. He wrote about the world, and all these places that I wanted to see. It was inspirational!

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Were you? I've been serving as an officer of my family's soldiers, myself, until- [a brief frown, while he thinks about it and does the quick math,] -a handful of weeks ago, as it happens.

[And now he's here, in Debaucheryville. It happens. He clears his throat and moves on, back on topic,]

Do you remember any of his works? That is to say, are you also interested in recital, or only reading...?

[cyclus]

I joined when I was young, and I've been fighting ever since. I don't necessarily fit in with the regular ranks any more, however.

[ Being a Chrysos Heir means he is a little more special than others. ]

There are some I remember! Let me think for a moment...

[ He pauses, rolling through his memories, before; ]

O displaced soul, where does your path now lead? The black tide's surging. Chaos is raging. Death is prevailing. O exiled vagabond, do you still expect tomorrow? The gods are silent. Fate is gloomy. Madness is rampaging.