Camille Aires surveyed the motley lot crowded in her abode. The older version of Kirrie, cherubic merchant Cupid, shy young lad Sean, svelte female Sidheag, stout little bloke Oilill, and misty equine shifted positions from time to time, but Kirrie and the inquisitive cherub stayed nearest Camille and asked many questions. The current Teacher of the Drelves accepted the return of her presumed dead predecessor. She cleared her throat and continued, “Our scouts have noted battles between Drolls and other forces. We’ve glimpsed bronze-skinned warriors as tall as the wolf-faced Drolls.”
Kirrie interjected, “I saw such creatures battling Drolls in the western woods before my mishap. The wyvern rider that attacked me had far greater skill than his predecessor that attacked us during the battle when we lost the Lone Oak. Regarding our casualties, who have we lost?”
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