The Warlord survives alone. In a hut on the beach. Where he plays his music all day long.
He loves watching the seagulls in June as they sweep down in search of scraps of food.
He catches fish to sustain himself and occasionally catches the rare crab as a tasty treat.
Often, woodland creatures join him as he plays by campfire. Enticing others with his humble presence.
He needs no one, but seeks the friendship of people in the nearby costal towns.
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