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| Thrand squatted down near the largest wolf
and made a few gestures. He waited a moment, then nodded and stood.
Pulling a bowstring from his pouch, he bent his yew longbow and slipped
the loops of the string over the notches in the ends.
He pointed towards a spot where the other wolves sat anxiously, tongues hanging out as they waited. "Khalin, I think we best head that way, and we might need to hurry. There's some rather odd scents mixed in with hers that have me worried." |
| Khalin nods to Thrand. "Xas. Lead the way, abbil, I will follow." Somewhere in the pit of his stomach, however, he cannot help but feel that the trail will only lead so far by foot. He whispers a silent hope that whomever is with Sevanna means her no harm... and if they do, that they do not travel by magic... |
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Library Arcane: The Lord of the Dead