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Practically stumbling over the suddenly visible and snoring Neb, T'Lara checked for injuries that might need immediate healing. Arranging him in a more comfortable position off the path, she then started toward his now defunct tower, planning the wards needed to cordone it off until the emanations subsided. Mages think they have the market on all things magical, she thought with a derisive snort, but Nature ultimately is stronger than even the worst of them.
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