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Message: <blockquote data-quote="jbear" data-source="post: 5570196" data-attributes="member: 75065">Spirit's eyes narrow dangerously at the elf's comment. An orange flame burns in them or is it a reflection from the flames of the nearby burning trees.Is he making fun of us. Is he making light of the love that we knew and was robbed? Calm little one. Bite your tongue. Swallow pride. You need their help. Be polite. Tell them how we can help them. Speak only the truth and let them judge.The elf standing before the group takes a deep breath, which seems to still the tremble of his lip that begun when the words 'Cursed Love' were spoken.You can call us as you please, though I don't know why you would seek to hurt us with your jests when we have not harmed you. If it is important to you where I was born, then sadly our answer will only disappoint you. We do not know its name. I was sent away from there the day after my mother died, the spirits say. They did not say a name. We can give it a name. Small Place. Small Minds. The House of Rejection. The Hamlet of Fear. The Town beneath the Falling Star. The Burning Hole of Forgotten. The elf cocks his head once again, though this time his face is serious.The spirits say They Are. We sometimes wonder if that's true or if it's just us and reflections of our fractured mind. They say they are not demonic, no more than you or us. Spirit's brow furrows as he tries to keep up with the rapid stream of questions. His eyes widen at the elf's remark about the elves having left the forest.They have left? Who told you this? Ruins? We know nothing of ruins or leavings. The spirits do not lie to us. We do not lie to you. What would be the point? If they say my father is there, then he is there.Spirit bites his lip and suddenly looks very young, very unsure of himself. We have no money to pay for your magic and its expensive components...He points at the bulge in the elf wizard's backpack.... but I also have a book. You can look inside my book. He points towards the dwarf woman.We can help lighten your burden.Spirit takes a step towards the burning trees, near a patch where a branch has fallen and burns like a discarded torch on the ground. He lets his hand pass through the flame several times, his face remains expressionless as he does this.My parents are from this place. If nothing else they have given us some resistance to the fire. And yes, if I have a book, and know a little magic. Enough to make ourself useful, and not a hinderance. But we did not discover your magic, the spirits told us. And we saw your friend throw the magic down and turn away. Her voice was not quiet when your friend ... Torrent? ... talked to her. Our ears are sharp.  Our fingers are nimble. We find all sorts of things. We will help you find the village. You will help us find the village. [sblock=Elven] Brother. [/sblock]The last word spoken in elven, whatever its meaning, is spoken with a defiant, challenging tone.</blockquote>

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