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For Kellen
The Steeplewood Forest
“A strange one, indeed, this lad,” Sylvas says humorously shaking his head at the slumbering elf.
“Quite so,” Belshon agrees and likewise shakes his head. “So disciplined when his hand holds a blade and such a child when it holds a bottle.”
“Quite strange,” Jasper says simply and his smile broadens as he joins in the head shaking. “Simply the most interesting friend we have made in quite some time.” His eyes sparkle as he turns to the others. “Well, we simply cannot leave him here in this state.”
“No, we cannot,” Belshon’s eyes gleam as well.
“He did manage to beat us in the game after all,” Sylvas adds, his own eyes glinting with amusement.
His eyes twinkling as he speaks, Jasper affects a serious manner that nearly reduces the others to fits of laughter. “Fortunately we have faced situations like this before,” he says in his best imitation of the adventurers he has met. “And with cool heads and a little luck we might just be able to get him through this. Aye! ‘tis a quest most noble, fitting matter for the instruments of bards to set to music.” Unable to contain himself any longer he bursts into peals of laughter which the other two immediately echo. Composing himself after a few minutes, the sprite replaces the mithral stopper in the bottle of dwarven spirits. “Fortunately, he left us enough to secure some help in moving him.” Handing the bottle to Sylvas he says, “Take this to one of the goat brothers and promise another bottle once he carries our friend safely to the spring.”
Sylvas flies swiftly off and returns after a few minutes followed by a young satyr. Greetings are quickly exchanged and the goat-legged creature lifts the sleeping elf and bears him to the place where dancing water springs from the stones and flows into a clear pool. The satyr lays the elf onto a mossy patch of earth and gladly receives the promised bottle of strong drink from Jasper. As the goat brother leaves, Belshon hurries to gather the other sprites who make their home near this spring, especially the younglings. Perhaps this strange new friend of theirs will make that same music with his blade for them once more.
ooc: Once he wakes up, Kellen will find himself surrounded by quite a few friendly, but exceedingly curious sprites of various ages.
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