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Plaxica 11/85
The presence of the evil was still strong over the area, yet with the help of his inner spirit he had managed to master the fear of it. He set out again and made his way towards the Tavern. His inner spirit felt it at first. A call. Irresistible it was in its pull, yet no evil was felt at its source. It was almost against his will that his feathers started beating and took him towards the sender of the summons. And then he himself heard the call. It came from a grove of oaks, maples and some trees of ebonwood. In its surroundings were several green shrubs, some of which Plaxica recognized as hawthorne.
Ever descending he circled the grove and then spotted the one who had called him. The druidess Kaylisa. Plaxica's heart filled with joy as this was exactly the person he himself had been looking for. He changed from the slow descending pattern and made his way straight at the druidess and arriving close to her landed on a small stone a few feet away and then turned his owl eyes inquiringly at her.
"You summoned me?" - he asked in owlish, but then he realised that the druidess might not understand the language of the owls and he shifted to human form.
"You summoned me?" - he asked for the second time.
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