divinavirtute intercepted the ambassador.
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MIND STABS outward, thoughts a concentrated spear that brushes against the l e t h a r g i c warmth of plants and the small ( brilliant ) pinpricks of small fowl and rodents that scurry about --unafraid of her and the small flaming fire she has set. comfort, though, seems doomed to break as she happens upon something entirely different, a large c o n s c i o u s of massive strength unlike that of any dragon or elf.
--perhaps the dwarfs are right, and gods are not so farfetched.--
THE THOUGHT comes fast, quick for what else can this being be? something the rivals even the dragons?
HER SWORD bares itself in dim starlight as she creeps n o i s e l e s s l y to her feet.
❝ who goes there? ❞
