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ILLEK(To Verloren) "I see it! A grig, by my hand. Shh, I do not think that it is hostile." (To Grig) "Come here, little one. Are you seeking us? Do you need aid?"
GRIG (hesitant at first, she flits near) "Pretty elves. I like it when elves dance, I do. Like flying, but without wings" (She pirouettes in mid-air, showing off her glowing ones) "Too bad you elves cannot fly, the dance would be ever so pretty. I need naught, but to see the dance. I love the music. How does it come? I know! Elvish magic!" (She giggles) "How elvish, to waste magic on music. But I like it."
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