The morning air was cool in the remote village of Greikal, located next to the mountain ridges. A typical morning for a walk of the butcher-to-be away from the tortured sounds of slaughtered animals. Many would call Finn a wallflower, and they would be right. Never particularly brave and not at all enthusiastic about doing his father's dirty work, he simply couldn't cause physical harm to anyone. He hated it. Hated the way the electric shock shot through his body when he saw poorly healed injuries and scars. Hated his unfounded disgust for dead things. Bj?rn once joked that he would make a good palladin. Unfortunately, like 93% of the population, he had no soul essence.

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