He had spent over a month at Fayhold, and saying goodbye to everyone was hard. The prefect seemed to have prepared a whole party of elders of civilians to bid him farewell.
Most likely the news got out to the masses that some of them had to come to see him leave. Few had seen him in action, and many had heard of his exploits with the others in putting down the rebellion.Praised as a hero for what he had done for the city, the party of over a hundred people cheered and waved as he left, dressed in his full armor and wearing a large backpack on his shoulders.Parting with Natalie was the hardest part of it all, as she and the other three were the only ones who weren't cheering for Cyrus as he prepared to leave.Her eyes were clouded with tears as she saw him walking away, trying her best not to run over towards her husband to stop him from going further. Richard put his arm over her shoulder, comforting her as she saw her husband go.<
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