Renald padded around the swollen base of the tree as Gaiur observed it. His nose was low to the ground as he sniffed and searched for whatever it was he sought, frequently pausing to complain about the foulness of the odor.
All of this was arcane to Gaiur. Even with her dream guide’s verbose assistance, she struggled to understand what any of this meant.…
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