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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 2287134" data-attributes="member: 2561">Saxon rose to his feet, and brushed himself off. Mzarem nudged his leg, to which Saxon replied with pat on the head. This was not the small village of Heatherton, to which Saxon thought he was headed, Heatherton was reputed to have more mist. Not long later the megaliths and assembly of elves had become apparent. Mzarem whined behind him and Saxon turned to see that he too stood before a megalith. He coughed a couple of times, then turned back to the others."Perhaps one of you could enlighten me as to what is happening?" he asked.The initial thought that he was involved in some kind of elven ritual was soon discarded when he realised that for the most part these elves didn't seem to be prepared for any ritual. Nonetheless since elves seemed to be the... 'favoured' race, favoured by whom he couldn't tell, perhaps they had a better understanding of what was going on.Mzarem wandered up beside Saxon and sat, casting an appraising eye on the others present.</blockquote>