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Media: graphite "Laera woke to the sound of words she couldn't understand being muttered above her as she lay prone in her bed. The words sounded harsh and brutal as they were spoken by the assertive, masculine voice, reminding the Wood Elf strongly of Dreketh whenever she spoke in… Teir'Dal! Immediately, Laera's eyes opened wide to find the blue face of a Dark Elf male dressed in robes chanting over her. Her comprehension mulled by having been yanked from a fitful sleep, the Wood Elf shrieked in a panic. Scrambling her legs beneath the tangling covers, she struggled to back away against the headboard when she felt Dreketh's touch on her arms. 'Laera, relax!' her companion's voice spoke urgently. 'It's all right! It's my father!'" ~ From "The Pact Of Zeranon" by D. Edward Bowen Prints: N/A
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