

Fool's Hope I - The TrystSabin leant closer into the trunk of the gnarled willow tree at the edge of the forest. Through the late nights hazy mist, he could just about glimpse the cairn outside of the border, marking the extremes of the wooded realm. From his vantage point in the tall boughs, the elf could see and hear for miles, as even the trees were attuned to his acute Elven senses.Fool's Hope I - The Tryst
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Three hours later, the elf woke from a dreamy sleep and quickly cursed at his lack of vigilance. As the elf was about to jump down from the branch, he saw what he had been waiting for. An almost ethereal vision appeared just past the cairn walking,
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