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... th his presence. The echoes of his name now resonate through mountain holds, forest courts, and mist-laden bogs.
In the Silverwood Council Hall, deep within the verdant spires of the Elven Clans of Verdant Vale, matriarchs draped in moonlit robes gather. Ancient tapestries and floating mana lanterns cast dappled shadows across their faces.
"His sword... it behaves," murmurs Matrone Lyreia, tracing arrow-slate designs on a table.
Matrone Fenriss leans close, voice curious: ...
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