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Posted: Sun May 17, 2020 3:55 pm
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Another day, more reports to go through. The Chieftain sat at his desk in his alcove pouring through parchments with a steaming cup of tea near at hand. Scouts reported no suspicious activity to the north, good. Hopefully things would remain quiet for the time being within Ithyl Forest. The reports from the South came from Silvana, and though the goddess reported activity in the number of noisy birds taking up residence in her domain, it seemed nothing to be overly concerned over for the moment. Breeheart seemed to be flourishing, from the sound of things. Although the Chief knew of the village and one of its founders being non-faun, for now he allowed faun to visit the village and trade for certain sweets and baked goods. Silvana had promised to keep an eye out and make sure any visiting Faun were safe, which had helped put his mind a bit more at ease.
He reached for his cup of tea to take a sip when there was a knock at his door. His door was always open (figuratively) for Laisidhiel's residents to speak to him if need be, so he set his parchments aside and called out, "Come in," to whoever may be seeking his ear for the moment.
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Posted: Sun May 17, 2020 5:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 21, 2021 6:10 am
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