As the unearthed man finished speaking, he would find himself face-to-face with the Duskwight. The ancient body was in his path, bent low, placing those silver eyes right where they could look into the holes in the man's mask. "I just told you," the weary voice said, "Do not touch the trees!" The unearthed man's leaf was in the Duskwight's fingers, having been so smoothly and quickly ripped from that muddy hand that the motion almost had not even happened.
Standing away again, the Duskwight tore the leaf to bits. He spoke with a lecturing tone, "Do not overlook that the forest is conspiring to kill you. It cannot see you as long as you wear the mask, but if you put your skin to wood and leaf, it just might feel you." He began to slip backwards through the trees, old steps plodding but smooth. "I'd rather not have to save your life again."
Standing away again, the Duskwight tore the leaf to bits. He spoke with a lecturing tone, "Do not overlook that the forest is conspiring to kill you. It cannot see you as long as you wear the mask, but if you put your skin to wood and leaf, it just might feel you." He began to slip backwards through the trees, old steps plodding but smooth. "I'd rather not have to save your life again."
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