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 | | Valandil looked up from inspecting his bow as the sound of footsteps, running as swiftly as suure, the silent wind, thru the tasare willows of the lands of the small ones. |
 | | They are forever shying in the face of a small thing, but they ARE the best in battle." Valandil answered, trying to keep the mood light, but he feared something morne, something darker, was afoot. |
 | | Her fear was halda, masked behind a face that reflected a placid sea, but Valandil knew better. |
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