They ran out of the spire and discussed Ronin's life. He told the group that he'd been a slave until he escaped at sixteen years old he had been whipped many times. martin cloned himself and made him work. He made but one clone of himself. Ronin, a clone crafted in the likeness of martin, mirrored his every trait and mannerism with uncanny precision.
he would sit in a sort of cage waiting to leave day to day waiting to get back home. a pad of paper sat in his lap with his owl next to such a pad. dozens of other cages with people resembling him sat in wait with the owl eyed staff watching. the paper. doing the exact same thing. he thought these may be clones, he reached into his pocket and found a lady's hair pin all the others did the same and he thought again, if I escape then so will they, they'll do it too! he used his hair pin to jimmy the lock so too the others. he slowly escaped them one by one they fled the dungeons, and he trapped the beast, Martin behind him
they marched out to the tan streets, waiting for people to notice one by one. they marched to build now ancient houses. They found their lost families and ran. families to hug and kiss, they show children, husbands, wives, brother, sisters again in the streets,
Ronin saw the lost in the world looking for shelter and family.
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