The Earth's Siren Song
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The Duskwight wipes away sweat with his dusty glove. He scans the Western Thanalan area, eyes trained to hone in upon deposits. His connection with the natural elements increases his instincts, the very earth itself seeming to hum a melody. Though he can truly Hear the winds, the earth's voice is continuous groan.
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Few are blessed to even Hear one element,so he is grateful for that much, at least. He listens closer. There, to the south-southwest. He smiles and as he walks over, careful to avoid attention of predators. He silently thanks the earth.
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The Duskwight wipes away sweat with his dusty glove. He scans the Western Thanalan area, eyes trained to hone in upon deposits. His connection with the natural elements increases his instincts, the very earth itself seeming to hum a melody. Though he can truly Hear the winds, the earth's voice is continuous groan.
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Few are blessed to even Hear one element,so he is grateful for that much, at least. He listens closer. There, to the south-southwest. He smiles and as he walks over, careful to avoid attention of predators. He silently thanks the earth.
