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Anwir Ruse stood looking out over the dry field, noting a thin wisp of smoke curling up in the distance. He took in a deep full chested breath and let it out slowly. The tension was delicious! Everyone seemed torn between the fear and warnings of fires and history or praying for rain and healing the land. But not him, oh no, not him. The land would do.....whatever it was it did. As would the weather, and the beings. All he could control was himself.

Given the insane level of pressure everyone was under he'd been playing it safe and behaving himself as best he could. But now the stress had to be broken, there had to be some form of balance.

"Enter the Hero, stage right. He stands tall and proud appearing to survey the land but really deep in his thoughts....planning. It was time for his own special brand of balance- comedic relief!" He snorted with laughter and pranced a tight circle as a small pressure valve on his own building stress- before pausing suddenly realizing he was out in the open. Anwir looked around quickly to see if anyone had noticed him.