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Immortal Stories
Old Ranger
Watching
from the Windy Bluff Forest, Barset (the old ranger dwarf) watched as
the owl fell to Akasha's blade and singing. The silly ranger elf's face
split into a broad grin, then she burst into the most frenzied jig of
happiness he had ever seen. The jig brought her far and wide around the
clearing in the forest, and she made quite the racket. Much too much racket
for a good ranger. Barset could only shake his head and mutter to himself,
"Kids these days...", then, with a wry grin plastered on his face and
a slight chuckle, he blended back into the forest once more.
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Old Man of the Woods
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