World Of The Fallen Dragon

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The forest knight looked around and without thinking twice began to climb the thick trunk, clinging to the strong bark with hand hooks. The oak tree was too tall, even its lower branches were much taller than a man, so Ser Richard had to pant for a high vantage point.

“You know, I thought that civilized magicians couldn’t,” he panted, finally reaching a branch strong enough to sit on, “be where the pagans make their temples.

“You know very little about magic, Ser Richard. In other words, you are a layman.

Tobius blissfully basked in the center of a magical whirlwind of energy, pure as the icy water of mountain springs, which filled his head that had stopped hurting with the smell of forest needles, resin, fresh rain, damp earth, moss and rotten leaves. He enjoyed getting rid of a heavy burden, blissful under the trills of birds, the chirping of crickets and the buzz of beetles flying back and forth.

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