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"No, they will not be." Myr said with a nod of his head. There were still some Elves, more than most cared to admit, who would slit a humans throat on sight. Many of them did not leave the Falwood now, and that meant Sorai had walked herself right into the greatest danger she could have. Though...

"There are many parts of the Falwood." He continued to explain, a small smile playing over his lips. He had spent many of the last centuries among the trees. Traveling through the groves and stepping into parts of the Forest which even some of his kind had forgotten. In their tongue, the...

Myr watched as the girl picked herself up, and then went to scoop the blade she had left earlier from the ground. His expression did not change, but a breeze softly tussled his hair as he stared. "No." He answered as she returned to his side. "I did not even know you were coming." It was the...

For a long moment Myr remained silent, the Elf's face an unreadable mask as he processed every word that he said. A small smile eventually pulled on the edge of his lips. You always were the better man. He thought to himself, remembering the long discussions he and Katyr had had even during the...

A wind seemed to rustle the grove as Sorai awoke with a start, her head whipping back and forth as her head turned in search of a phantasm that was not there. "Nightmares." Myr's voice drifted softly. "The sign of an unquiet mind." The Elf said softly, though there was no hint of judgment in...

"Sleep." He told her, his eyes finally openening as Sorai stepped around Katyr's body and came to sit besides him. Her soft words somehow echoing in his ears. "We will take him home, and the Falwood will keep him whole." Myr said softly. The journey would not be long, not with how the trees...

By the time Sorai returned, Myr had wrapped Katyr's body in a strange leaf-like creation. He had never been the most magically gifted of his squadron, his talents laying within his knowledge of the Falwood itself and a keen eye. Yet he knew enough to keep his friend whole for the journey, and...

"Perhaps 'see' is not quite the right word." The Elf answered with a slight frown, watching with interest as the girl slowly pulled a small blade from within her cloak. Cocking his head to the side as she placed it upon the ground and slowly stepped away. Amusement played across his lips for...

Plucking the last shard of glass from her foot, Myr looked up at her. "There is a small pond in the grove." There was something painful about admitting such a thing to her sort. A part of him couldn't help but feel that pain. The weight of allowing humanity to step within the Falwood. Some of...

"No." Myr would never call himself a healer. He knew a spell or two, could heal a small gash or a few wounds, but nothing serious. Among his people healers were something to be cherished, especially those of the mind. "I just know enough." The elf explained, just before Sorai told her story...

Myr smiled briefly, and then knelt down in front of Sorai. He delicately lifted her heel, inspecting the wound with a grimace as he sat there for a moment. A slow breath drew into his lungs, and he laid his palms flat within the air. "Atio claran." The words left his lips in a song, and then a...

Myr said nothing else to the girl as she revealed her name. His head tipping in a nod as he silently watched her go. The trees seemed to shift within the wind as she moved towards them, though none lashed out. A mark of their remembrance of the man they had brought here. For a few minutes the...

Would he regret this choice? The question was at the forefront of his mind even as the human thanked him. He could see her gratitude, practically feel the relief that washed over her. There was a purity in that, not something he had often seen from her kind during the war. A small knot of...

Myr bristled somewhat at the words. Lorren lay deep within the Falwood’s southern reaches. No human, as far as he knew, had ever made it that far into the the ancient forest and if they had they most certainly hadn't been of Anirian birth. Giving one of her kind directions to go there seemed...

He knew nothing about this girl. Not her name. Not her heritage. Not her family or anything else. She was a complete stranger. For all he knew, she had personally slaughtered hundreds of his kind. She could be a Dreadlord, she could have been one of the very Archon's who still rattled the Elder...