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"You men really content with hiding here in the woods? Fighting women and kids for their goods and greaters?" Maul had joined the band of Brigands only a few days earlier, but he knew he didn't like their leader. He was a short man, they say he was a House Swordsman before he was relieved of his duties and cast out. The leader, Bran Galine, stood up from the other side of the fire they had built in the crater of a fallen tree. "If you don't wish to be here big guy you can leave. We don't need you here." Bran says and rests his hand on one of his short swords. The other five men sat and watched. Maul was a six feet tall, muscles upon muscles

Here I sit, alone with my thoughts Grasping the bracelet I had made for my fallen comrades Here I sit, wondering what tomorrow will bring Waiting for the break that seems to never come Here I sit, waiting for salvation from a fate I don't deserve Praying to everything that I can make it to the other side Here I sit, having deep seated feelings of failure But I know I am still winning Here I sit, trying to be optimistic The silver lining is there, I just have to acknowledge it Here I sit, waiting Waiting for what comes next. Hoping I can make it Here I sit, pushing forward. Never give up. Live for them, because they died for you... Here I sit.