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... y, absurdly boring.
March here.
March there.
March in the sun.
March in the rain.
March on the rocks.
March in the rain that turns frigid as a frost wyvern flies by.
I loved Iona but damnit Fenrir, people were down here! Stop practicing your new element!
March in a bog.
Set up camp.
Wait, nevermind! Strike the camp, get back to marching.
Drill. Drill. Drill.
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