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Media: graphite "Laera's words stopped short as she looked out into the forested hills of Lesser Faydark. 'Tunare's mercy…' she whispered breathlessly. 'Not quite the term I would use,' Dreketh muttered as she peered calmly to the ground below." ~ From "The Pact Of Zeranon" by D. Edward Bowen Prints: N/A
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