BruceMiller
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*Leonin dreams...he sits alone in a large library. The shelves seem to stretch far beyond what the eye can see. He sits on a chair fashioned out of books and scrolls, and a desk made in a similar fashion. the soft whispering is heard as if many voices read verses, poems, and stories, though no one else can be seen.
"What has become of my company?...The power in my gift from the land seems to have faded. Has the dragon been healed? Have we altered our fate? I fear I will not hear from the land again. And understand not why the mists forbade me to return to protect my friends. My only reach...is my dreams."
"What has become of my company?...The power in my gift from the land seems to have faded. Has the dragon been healed? Have we altered our fate? I fear I will not hear from the land again. And understand not why the mists forbade me to return to protect my friends. My only reach...is my dreams."