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"Pardon me, I just assumed - "
"Stop assuming, will you? This is a tale told to me
when I was a mere child, long before I ever thought of
becoming a knight. And though much has happened to me
since, this tale has stayed with me all these years. Indeed,
these days, it aches my heart more than ever."
Aril was already scribbling in his book. "... more - than
- ever," he repeated as he wrote.
Barryn Warrex settled back once more, calming
himself. "It is about two entwined trees in the Forest of
Wayreth - "
"The Entwining Trees?" interrupted Aril, lifting his pert
nose from his book and pushing his slipping glasses back up
with a forefinger. "I've heard of them! You know their
story?"
"I do," returned Warrex, trying to stay calmer. "Indeed,
my garrulous friend, I intend to tell it you if you would but
be quiet long enough."
"Forgive me, forgive me, it's just that this is exactly the
sort of story I look for. The Entwining Trees, yes, do go
ahead, please. I won't say another word."
The knight looked at Aril Witherwind in disbelief. But,
sure enough, as he had promised, the bespectacled half-elf
said nothing further. He only hunched over his book, quill
at the ready
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