Whispers seep from the trees of the North Mistwood

Feminine voice: “Do not fear, for all is will be well soon, you need not fear the dwindling forest anymore. Come with me, I shall take you to her.”

Masculine voice: “Stop! Do not go with her! There is still time, we can save still save the elves… do not let fear persuade you to make rash decisions!” Voice of a tired individual: “Rash? Our king is dead and the prophecy is coming true… the elves will die in 3 months time… I do not plan to stick around here and watch it happen. You should be wise to do the same.”

Masculine voice: “Avalon is here! They will not let such tragedies happen, The Stewardess… Baroness Keldyn…. Her Majesty! This effects them too and they have stayed to help, they hav not given up! Please just give them some time… do not go with her!”

Feminine voice: “The Baroness? Hmmm yes… I am sure she would like to meet with her…”

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