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Seroteth sat Cormac on a lovely plush sofa, and sat on one opposite his. He wiped away a few stray tears as he told the tale.

"My poor son. My sweet Dengen. He always loved the Green Valleys. Said the region was full of a certain nature you couldn't find anywhere else. He used to paint lovely paintings of the landscape. He also felt the people were strong and proud."

"One day, I realize that as of late, he'd been taking any excuse he could get to head back there for any extended time. I figured he had a sweetheart there, so I allowed it. He was very shy on the topic, though. He didn't come right out and say it. But when he came home from one of his trips, he was always so happy. His paintings had a special, new beauty to them. I knew he was in love, but he was so shy on the matter. He never admitted it."