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The cracks in the tree.
Respiren
High Prince I do write to ye with a great concern. The Grand highborn has come before the druids , into our sacred grove, and in an act of great malice commited a heinous crime. He did burn the young trees before us, laughing all the while . I do fear for his stability and sanity, too long have the Wardens become isolated from Malinor, living on the outskirts amongs the corpses of trees .  They have raided our home brandishing swords, and taken dedicant's into prolonged custody, with only insidious whispers on the winds as reasoning. It is time once more for the Wardens to walk among us. To watch over our gates. Our fellow elves. And the forests of Malinor. ::Do ye not see how the confines of the dead trees affects my brother! Let him free amongst the wilds! :: Below their great camp lies an affront to Nature. A great chamber resides there where they do house the minions of the undead . Here they do kill innocent spiders for sport, rather than protecting and hunting among the woods of Laurelin. :: It has been eleven days now, my brother has killed himself amongst their cells, they watched him hang without lifting a hand, except to loot his corpse. Archdruid Dusk did stay the course, cold and hungry, held until the young elflings were overcome by their better natures, and did disregard the 'Grand' Quazar's cruel orders.