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Norrion du Venecan

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Norrion du Venecan, a senior ovate with the druidic order of the Thistle Grove, waited on the trail, breathing in the Autumn air and listening to the pixies chatter in the trees. The air had a bite of winter promise, but the sun was warm, and the strip of sky above the trail was vivid blue. He wiggled his toes in his leather sandals, feeling the firm earth below him, grounding him in this one eternal moment of contemplation. His mind was free to wander where it would, but his feet always reminded him of his place in the universe. He heard a distant crow. It was faint, but it sounded like "they are coming." They. The Elvenari. He sighed. He would have to meet them and, if his instincts were correct, the Elvenari would agree to his terms. "All done," Kelraz said. Norrion felt the giant wechu's deep voice rumble in his very bones. Kelraz crunched through the foliage, make little noise for all his mass. "Nothing like a satisfying bowel movement to start