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Message: <blockquote data-quote="HolyMan" data-source="post: 5239495" data-attributes="member: 84167">Shaylir climbs up on a stool so she can look at the wooden map of the villiage. She sits there with her chin on the table and idlely fittles with one of the miniatures.  Trilling it back and forth she looks up only as Liiros speaks. Then puts her head down and watches as the little toy person spins in her fingers across the table. Fritz curls up in a ball under the stool his own head resting on his paws. Her mood is a somber one as she is both tired and sad. A whole villiage dead and burning forever. Friends in the end turning against one another, it was all so strange to the little wild child of the forest. "Liiros?" she says questioningly. "What happened to the villiagers won't happen to us will it?"</blockquote>