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>Rover invites me in and puts away a few things.
Blake: Your window's broken.
Rover: Yeah I should get that fixed.
Blake: Do you have any tea?
Rover: Sure, green or red?
Blake: Red please.
>I try to relax, I'm still stressed from the encounter. Rover open's a jar of peanuts and start's eating. He's smiling and his eyes are steady, but his hands are shaking... He dropped a few nuts, I don't think he noticed. The tea is beet red and tastes like... What does this taste like!? Its familiar but... I don't know.
Blake: Hey, Do you remember a wambler when we were young?
Rover: ... You remember that? Hhmm... Your memories are coming back I see, yeah those were the days... We would spend weeks in the woods, just living off nature and being our self's.
Blake: I can't believe you talked me into that stuff.
Rover: Eh? It was always your idea. You would do it even before I knew you.
>Really? That's not me. Damn gotta stop telling myself that. I'm me now and that was then... Still, its hard to be me when I know who I was.
Blake: Hey... Could you tell me what happened here? With the keeper?
Rover: ... He just Walked through the place, he didn't smash anything, he just walked, and it broke. He fought with my mother, Moria, She fought hard but it wasn't enough. All I have left of her is these two rooms and her weapon, The iron ring...
>He's looking shaky. I don't think I should be talking to him about it. But maybe it's best if it come's out. Maybe its best if it's me, since we were so close... Or maybe its best to not know, maybe I'll regret knowing.
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