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mooglenet_backup[The snow of Narshe is shown as Firion sits upon a boulder, blue cloak wrapped around himself. His breath comes out in white fog as he gazes about the area.]
It has been a long time since I have seen snow. I fear I am not quite as used to this weather as I used to be, but I think it's alright otherwise. I suppose I will miss it as Cloud and I go to the Black Mage Village to retrieve Fenrir.
[Despite the fact that he has no idea what Fenrir is, traveling has always been fun for him. Seeing new places intrigues him. A small breeze flutters his hair and decorative bandanna and he huddles a bit more in his cloak, shivering. But he laughs anyway.]
I wonder how my friends at home are doing. I hope they are well.
[Contemplative Firion is contemplative.]
It has been a long time since I have seen snow. I fear I am not quite as used to this weather as I used to be, but I think it's alright otherwise. I suppose I will miss it as Cloud and I go to the Black Mage Village to retrieve Fenrir.
[Despite the fact that he has no idea what Fenrir is, traveling has always been fun for him. Seeing new places intrigues him. A small breeze flutters his hair and decorative bandanna and he huddles a bit more in his cloak, shivering. But he laughs anyway.]
I wonder how my friends at home are doing. I hope they are well.
[Contemplative Firion is contemplative.]
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