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... nything unrelated to Heather, this Druid would never listen to. He would quietly stand aside, stroking a staff crafted from a branch burned in the fires of war, his mind filled solely with thoughts of his fellow elves; but the moment anything related to Heather arose, even if it was but a single blade of grass turning yellow, he would perk up and personally go to inspect it. Heather seemed to be his everything, his life and honor, the source of his power to live eternally.
Behind him wer ...
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