The old man's hands fell away and he rose like a rickety wisp of smoke, sliding backwards away from the man. "That's good enough. You shouldn't linger in the wild." One limb extended forward, the tin fingers curled back towards him, "Follow me. We must leave the forest before it discerns how I've obscured you."
The shadows of the Shroud consumed the old Duskwight hungrily as he moved off into the trees, where the sounds of the animals had turned confused and agitated. "Follow me," the man repeated, "Quickly. And touch nothing that has life, for it will betray you."
The shadows of the Shroud consumed the old Duskwight hungrily as he moved off into the trees, where the sounds of the animals had turned confused and agitated. "Follow me," the man repeated, "Quickly. And touch nothing that has life, for it will betray you."
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