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※Cutter's Cry can be accessed via the Duty Finder."
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60 56 TEXT_GAIUSB812_00921_NORMAN_000_021 Ah, you promised old Sibold the Stoic, did you? He's what's called a man of principle, he is. A little <Emphasis>too</Emphasis> much principle, I'd say. What's wrong with wanting to live when you've a wife at home big with child? Aye, the tale goes that rather than facing the fate spun for him by Nymeia, he hid beneath the mangled body of his leader and watched as his companions were torn apart, one by one...all so that he might return home to see his son born.
61 57 TEXT_GAIUSB812_00921_NORMAN_000_022 Should he have died a hero rather than lived a coward? Was being able to see his son worth having the boy grow knowing his father was a craven, a disgrace to his friends and family? Should I ever find myself faced with a similar decision, would I have the courage to walk the righteous path? Now you know the true reason I will never step into that cave.
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