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The elf at the foot of the treehouse ladder was startled by the sounds coming from the treehouse. He looked up and suddenly saw the treehouse and the space around it twist and bend. "What in the name of the gods...?" he muttered to himself. He could feel himself bending towards the treehouse as well, a strange and altogether frightening experience. He shivered as everything went back to normal; reality-bending magic always gave him the creeps.
Before he could stop himself, he was climbing up the ladder of the treehouse. It was perhaps a stupid decision, but the natural Elven curiousity and the additional curiousity of youth combined to make the climb irresistible. He silently climbed the ladder and poked his head through the hole. Nothing seemed amiss; neither the old man nor Brendan seemed to be harmed by what had just transpired. The old man was sitting with a drink and Brendan was still staring at his quiver. "What just happened in here?" the elf blurted out without thinking. The two people inside looked at him. "Uh, sorry... I was just wondering why reality was bent around me while I was standing at the foot of the ladder. It's not everyday where that occurs, you know."
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