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"i am not a tree hugger you undersized footstool!" erilyn growls to dagorion. "i've only seen trees four or five times in my life!" after a moment of calming herself she diappears from her captors hands, reappearing a few feet away. "i've no use for weakling truce calling elves in my army. i shall hunt the thri-kreen of athas on my own!"
the laughter inspiring elf stalks away in a fit of rage.
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*peek-a-boo*
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