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... one would alert the druids to our presence. Also, the fact that he was knocking down trees here and there would no doubt annoy them. The splintering of wood could be heard as some would be decimated in his wake.
"Shouldn't we stop him?" Lucia asked as she walked beside me.
I shrugged. "Camoa?"
Our personal druid looked uninterested. "Oh, no. Stop. Don't do that." Camoa called in a dead tone. At our looks she just shrugged. "How should I know? The trees here aren't speakin ...
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