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She pulls the feather out of her cloak, and looks down at it, thinking.
Looking up after several quiet moments, she smiles at Arcades, and gestures towards the tavern and local horse stable.
"I need to contact someone alone, if you don't mind. Would you get the necessary provisions and get our horses from the stable? I will meet you at that oak over there before sundown.."
Laying a gloved hand on his shoulder, she turns and walks swiftly to the edge of the woods. Once inside the shadow of the trees, she shifts to wolf form, and lopes towards a spot she knows is close. She arrives in a clearing surrounded with rowan and oak trees. In the center, a lone sanhir stands. She stays in wolf form, and gently lays the feather on top of the stone that she was carrying in her mouth and waits....
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